The Reason I Fled

1:Rat Den

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P.O.V {Midnight/Twelve}

The weatherman predicted that the day would be filled with sunshine. Looks like he was wrong again. Or maybe he meant that the sun would come out after the rain?

Walking down to the sub-way I'm met with the same disgusting underground air, it's not that bad, anymore but it took some getting used to. I stand at the boarding platform and wait.

Thirty minutes passed by and still no sign. 

The sub-way was late.

"Ding, Dong. Platform D4 sub-way model 759 has been delayed. Thank you and have a good day." A lady says over the loud speaker. I watch some of the people among me get mad and storm off and others let out frustrated sighs. Apparently it wouldn't be coming for at least an hour. My patience was wearing thin, and I knew I couldn't stay here, especially around people. Walking was the only option.

It was 8:30 and already dark outside and since I'm not taking the sub-way it was an hour walk to my house. But I would rather walk than stay down there and wait. As you can tell I don't have the patience to wait around. Exiting I look around downtown New York.

Downtown is my favorite only because its older than other parts of New York. I find it calming, I especially love the old antique shops that line the street.  

People passing me give me weird looks, but it's nothing I'm not used to. They're probably thinking why is a girl walking around at night without an adult. Well that's none of their business. At least they probably have a family that loves them. Not that I'm mad because mine are bunch of-. 

"Baby we built this house on memories take my picture now shake it till you see it and when your fantasies become your legacies promise me a place, in your house of memories." My phone rings. I look through my bag and finally grasp my phone. Taking it into my hand I see who's calling. I click decline not really feeling up to talking to her. She acts like I'm not going to be home in 10 minutes. 

"Baby we built this house on mem-." Why did I even give her my phone number? I accept the call and put the phone up to my ear.

"What do you want Rylee?" I say.

"Rude much? Is that anyway to talk to your bestie?" She says in a no it all tone.

"I wouldn't use the word bestie." I say knowing it would upset her.

"How dare you, after all I've done for you. Fine, I was calling to say Matt bought you a tub of chocolate ice-cream but no. I guess I should tell him you don't want i-" I cut her off mid sentence. 

"NO, NO, NO. I'm sorry. You're my bestist friend. My ride or die. My four lifer. So please. Don't. Touch. The. Ice. Cream." I worriedly say.

"Okay, okay, I was justing kidding, chill." Laughing burst from the phone.

"CHILL, how can I 'chill' when you threatened my ice-cream?"

"It's just food Twelve calm yourself." She giggles.

"Just foo-, JUST FOOD. I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that." I yell at my phone earning myself a few odd glances from people passing. I flip them off. Not wanting to continue with this dumb phone call.

"I'm almost there okay I'll be there in five." I don't wait for a reply I just hang up. Turning down the street corner I look around to make sure nobody's watching me. Once I see that no one is watching I turn towards the old wooden fence. Moving one of the panels, I slip into the entrance and move the panel back into place, making it look like normal.