He had to save her, he had to help this girl. For not because, he had felt sicken by what he had done to her, it was for he had a connection with her. As he slowly got up, he kicked something with the edge of his heel. A small plastic sewing kit. Ripping the top off the kit, and turning her to her side. He lifted her shirt and grabbed a cloth with liquor and rubbed it on the wound. Her body jerked from the pain. "stop moving." He went to the kit, grabbed a needle and thread. Looked at her and said, "if you move you could die, do not move." She shut her eyes and cried. He placed the thread through the needle, then another thread also. Finally, pierced the needle through one side of the cut, she screamed. He continued trying to ignore the amount of pain she was in. He was half way through finishing the opening , when he couldn't hold in his pain. "Stop screaming!" "It hurts." " Can't you see I know this! Can't you see that I can't bare to see you like this! Can't you?! Just please, stop, please." He paused and started again, pushing the needle through the final layer of skin. Wiping all of the access blood off. Both stayed quiet, in the horror at which both of them went through in that terrible moment. You could hear the sobbing coming from her. Tears fell from her face. She slowly rose until she sat up.. Looked at him with her eyes that had been crying, and the complete terror that filled her. "She knows.." He thought, wanting to hold her close and never let her feel pain again. Then a cloud of non-movement and silence filled the room again. They both leaned closer to each other, inch by inch. "I can't do this." He thought, but his body kept moving. "Why am I doing this?" She kept asking herself, yet she too, found herself inching closer. Each time they grew closer, he'd look at her lips, then back at her blue eyes. Looking back and forth, at her eyes as if they were a maze that he couldn't escape. She couldn't stop, the connection they had was too powerful to resist. By the time they were only an inch away from each other's lips, there was a slow pounding at the door. The boy knew they would come soon. Days none of them attended school, people realized what kind of things he'd done, yet he couldn't move. The pounding at the door kept getting louder and louder. "Should we leave or open the door?" She whispered, confused from what is happening. "I have to do something first." He said lost, with no movement. He sat on her bed, closer to her. " You told me..." He tried to find the words. "Yes?" : You said that.." "That I?" "You told me you.." "That I love you?" The words she spoke shocked him a little. "Why can't I move away from her?" He thought. "Why doesn't he do something?" She thought. Then gun shots broke the silence. "On the count of three, jump in my arms." "What?" "One-" "What are you talking about?" "Two.." "No, stop it." "Three, jump!" She leaped into his arms, as he ran to the window and kicked it in. With her in his arms, he leaped from the window onto the concrete. He swifted from one foot, seems that he hurt his ankle from the fall. He kept going through, she was badly hurt and they needed to move fast. He ran to a nearby car, se her down (and) said "stay here." She nodded and leaned her body near the car. He ran to a near by fence, took out the knife from his bag, and cut the rod. He returned to the car, and began to try and open the door. He turned it to the left, down to the right, up, then caught on something and pulled upwards. Got in the car, open the car locks and turned to her and smiled, " like my new car?" He asked her as she got in. "Your going to steal the car?" "No, I'm going to ride it and never bring it back, and change the licence plate. Yes, i'm going steal the car." She turned to look outside the window, "you don't even have a key." " I don't, but you do." She turned her head, "what?" "You see that bag right besides you? This idiot left his bag here with the key. Open it and grab it. I can't get caught, so if you could hurry, thanks." She gave him a glare, then searched the bag. Gave him the key, but felt endanger if she stayed with him. "Should I leave? I can't escape with the cut, but I'd find the police, I could make it." She thought starring at his eyes as he started the car. " You'll get killed." He said not moving his eyes from the keys. "Plus if you escape, you'll call the police, right? Then what will happen, is you'll say my name, tell them I have a history in stealing cars, money, hacking into files, everything. They'll look me up and find nothing, not one trace of me. You'll be put into a mentally disabled home, and I'll move away once again, not caught. We don't need to go through that okay?" He drove off like lightening, and left a cloud of gas behind.
