chapter two: the missing locket
*MYSTERY GIRL'S POV*
As I got home I went straight to my room and fell down on my bed.
Man, I thought, that was a lot of running. I ran from the scene all the way home in fear of the guy chasing me.
What I want to know is why I was scared of the guy chasing after me?It's not like I had a reason to be scared of him. Was it because I was scared of what would happen if we got to know each other? Or worse, he would discover me. Who I really am and my past.
I feared that, just like the others, look at me with their unwanted pity. Whenever someone would find out about my past, all I would see in their eyes is pity. I hated pity. Whenever they find out about my problems, all they see is a little girl who can't protect herself. In other words, they only see me as a weakling. I may not be strong, but I am, for sure, not a weakling.
As you can probably tell, I'm not very...... active. I tend to get tired easily. But still, it doesn't mean I'm weak. It just means that I'm just not athletic.
Back there, when I saved the guy, I don't know what kicked in. Maybe it was the adrenaline. Or maybe it's the fear of regret knowing that I could've done something. Maybe it's a combination of both.
Exhausted from all the running, I decided to get ready to go to bed. As I reached up to take my special locket off, I realized that it was missing. Where did it go?
Then I remembered.
I took it off sometime before I ran. As I was walking home I took it off, examining the quote embedded inside the locket that brings me through each day. The quote that keeps me going.
That's when I saw the boy crossing the street.
Just great.
