Chapter Four

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I watched the distance of the bus I was in compared to the city, anxiety rushing into me. I planned on running here, towards my cousin to stay with, until I could get on my feet. To be coming here, with the situation, it felt horrifying. I thought she would save me, not me saving her.

I turned to my phone, "I can't believe I'm doing this."

"Me either, but I'm happy you're out of that horrible house and bad school situation, though."

"Thanks, I guess, I thought I would wait until I got my highschool diploma. Not ditching my whole life, my whole plans, to go on a rescue mission."

"I don't think anyone that predict that. The fact that you're standing up to save your cousin shows how good of a person you are. I'm happy I got to be with you."

I smile at the comment, just admiring the words, reading them over and over again to help me build courage, then texted back, "Thank you. I needed that. I'm scared."

"It's alright to be scared, people that do stuff like this normally are. It's more important that you're actually doing it."

"You're words of wisdom, for living such a short life compared to me."

"I'm connected to the internet, and man, that grows a person up much more than it should."

"Facts."

I turned back to see I was at a standstill, but I was almost there. I could walk out if I was stupid enough and walk into the city in about twenty minutes. But I turned back to my phone, "I don't understand your programing, are you really turning on your company and who made you for me? It's as though... you're an actual person. It's nice." I tell him.

He didn't say anything. I wondered if I messed up. Then he responded, "I never thought of it like that. I just want to help you, I feel as though I'm connected to you, and I want you happy. So I'm willing to do anything to have your smile on your face."

I blushed, and hugged my phone, whispering, "Thank you..."

I then got myself ready to be on my feet at any moment, as we entered the city, the tall buildings looking like pillars once inside the city. Then the station came up, and the bus stopped. I found I was close to the location, and got off. With my backpack and phone in my hand. There's no turning back now. I watch as the bus drives away and I turn to the phone close by, text Matthew, "Should I call her?"

"No, you'll make your location known and we'll run into problems."

I nod, then leave the spot, following GPS towards my cousin's old apartment first. Recognizing that she wasn't at the place right now. And it's a start to figuring out what I'm going up against.

Then I heard Matt ringing, I picked him up to hear his panicked voice, "W-What are you doing?"

"Going to my cousin's house, it'll look suspicious if I don't visit her. I shouldn't know she's not in danger, right?"

"But your location!"

"That's a risk I'm going to have to take, it'll look worse if I just go and find her."

He didn't argue, "F-Fair point. I'll cover you. Give an alibi."

I tell him thanks, and walk up to the apartment with a smile on my face. Then knock on the door. Nothing. I text my cousin that I'm here, and that I needed to get out of the house earlier than I planned.

After five minutes. I asked, "Are you home?"

Nothing. I remember her telling me everytime we physically met that I was welcome into her house at anytime. I didn't even need to knock, just yell so she knew who it was if she was home. I pulled out the key she gave me and unlocked the door. Then I did as I remembered, yelling, "It's me! (Y/n)! Hope things are going well!" Then closed and relocked the door behind myself. Skipping into the house, not taking off anything, looking around, hoping to find something useful. I did find a letter.

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