I tried to walk out of the liquor store as fast as I could without raising any suspicion. I was in the back of the store, several aisles away from the double sliding doors: the doors that led to relief. Beads of sweat slowly appeared on my forehead as I began to think about my path out of the store. After carefully mapping out my escape route, I give a small sigh. It was more of a shudder than a sigh. I began to move my legs. My knees felt weak from the thought of moving. I began to pass the beer refrigerators in the back and make my way to the front. My breathing became harder. It was very cold. Everything is going in slow motion. Every step I take feels like an hour has gone by. I pass a couple customers that seem to bore a whole in my head whenever they look at me. They are all suspecting me of something. They are out to get me. As I round the corner I see a store clerk. The second I see him our eyes met and I felt like gagging. I immediately turn around and go the other way. There has to be another way out of this store. I quickly re-plan my escape route and start heading towards the checkout counters. The store clerk there was busy ringing up a customer; a perfect chance for my departure. When I walk past the clerk, she turns to me and says "good night." I could not move my lips at this moment for it was colder than back in the refrigerated aisle. I managed a stiff nod and continued out of the store. I'm so close to the outside. The speed of my walking increased slowly. As I passed the double doors I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I thought it was a sigh of relief but it wasn't. I took two more steps away from the liquor store and stopped. My heart was beating more than a mile a minute. Something was eating away at my consciousness. A siren sounded from the next block. They are out to get me. My subconscious is trying to tell me something, or is it my consci...