Premise: Get a prompt. Don’t stop writing until time is up or everything disappears. Here’s what I got.
He didn't reply and immediately I thought: they've got him and now they're coming for me.
It's something that I've been dreading for a while. But it's all led up to this. All of the lying. All of the scheming. The remembering. How we were going to get away with it all.
Now it's over. Now I wait.
Fuck that. I'm not going to wait until I get caught like he did. I'm running. I'm going to pack my bags and get out of here. Because that was part of the plan too. I just didn't tell him about it.
What do I need when I'm trying to escape? How much money do I have with me right now? What can I get to? This is too much to think about. I thought about the escape plan, but I didn't actually think I was going to need to see it through. I need my clothes. So that means I need a duffel. I can get my toothbrush and shit when I'm on the road.
Oh, God, the road. I'm going to need some wheels. Or a plane ticket? No, train is safer. Maybe even the bus is better.
Where the fuck am I going? Okay, Google. No! Don't google it. That's how they trace you. I need a burner phone. How do I get that burner phone? Shitshitshit! Why didn't I think of this sooner?? I'm going to need some cash for the burner. Where will I get it from? Okay, th