Hidden Forever

I have fortunately come across some money. A large sum of money, life changing to be exact. It is not my money though, and I know people will be after me for this money. Unbeknownst to them though, they will never find me, or the location of the money. I keep all my findings and their locations written in my small black notebook. This isn’t the first time I came into some money, of course not this large of an amount, but it did not end well for me then, and they almost got my small black notebook. This time I am certain they will not find me, or my money. I think I can call it my money now. I mean hey, who’s going to take it from me, if they can’t find me?

I don’t really know how I came across this money. My memory lately has been horrible, and I can’t remember much of past days, or even just the day before. I don’t have any family left, and I never really had friends. No one to share this newfound wealth with either. Which is a little depressing to say the least. I know my momma passed away when I was born, so I never got to meet her. My papa though, for some reason I cannot remember much of. I just know it was a hard upbringing. We were very poor, and therefore I need this money. The place I’m in right now, is too crammed. It’s cold, and I don’t have anything nice to show visitors, if I had any.

I only leave my abode to look around my surroundings, and make sure no one is coming. These people that own this money, if you can call it an ownership, are very bad people. I have run into them before, and they are dangerous. They are a mob of sorts, and have very high connections in many places, and this is why as soon as I know I can make it out with this money, I am leaving this land. I don’t know where to go, or how far I’d have to travel. I can’t remember if there is anything outside of the four walls that I now look at daily. I feel there must be, the universe cannot just end at this point.

I am feeling very uncertain now. I think I may have made a mistake in where I decided to hide. I was positive I was safe, but I’m feeling uneasy. Something is different in the air; I can sense it. It has made me feel tense. I could just be tired, and maybe I’m just needing to rest for a bit. The mind can play tricks on you if you don’t let it rest. I have been up for a long time I feel. I’m not sure how long, but more than a few days. I think I’ll rest my eyes for a little bit, that will probably help. If by chance anyone does find me, I must have my strength to either fight, or run. I can guarantee that the state I’m in now, I will be able to do neither.

I’m jolted awake. I smell something. A scent I have not come across in a long time. Someone is near, it is the smell of a fire burning. I do hope it is just a traveler, making their way to some other land.

I just heard something. I think someone might have just found me. This doesn’t make any sense; I know I’m hidden quite well. I have not been found in years. After the last incident, I made sure I would be unfound. How can this be? Sure enough though I can hear their footsteps approaching. There really is no other place for me to run. I know they’re going to find my little black book too. I can’t help that. I can only watch from above my grave as they dig to my body and get that notebook.