Fighting For You *Sequal to My Best Friend <3*

chapter fifteen

Mollie's POV

"Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world,she took midnight train going anywhere.

Just a city, born and raised in South Detroit, he took the midnight going anywhere."  I played drums on the concrete floor beneath me as I sang.

"A singer in a smokey room, the smell wine, and cheap perfume.

For a smile they can share the night, it goes on and on and on and on..,

Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard, their shadows searching in the night

Streetlight, people living just to find emotion, hiding somewhere in niiiiiiiiiight" I'll admit the acoustics aren't too bad in here!

But I was cut off by the sound of Natalie's voice. "For all that is good and holy! Will. You. Shut. Up?"

I rolled my eyes and glared at her standing at the door. I hadn't noticed it when I first got here but a few feet away from my "bed" was a tick solid oak door.

I don't know how long I have been in here for, all I know is that it is starting to smell from my "bathroom" and the mouse. His name is James. I named him after Niall. I found him lurking in the shadows of the room a little while after I arrived. At first I was about to kill him with my tin can left over from the can of soup I had earlier that day but he just looked so darn cute! He was brown, like Niall's natural hair colour and had small beady black eyes. I'll admit he is really cute! I hid him from Natalie and Zach, not that they come in here anyway, the stench is too strong for them, I guess I just got used to it. I made James a small bed by ripping a small piece of my blanket and shoving it in one of my cans, the can that was almost his demise actually. I feed him small amounts of my water and whatever they give me for food. I was lucky today I got a quarter of a can of actual soup. It was stone cold of course but it was better than the borth and moldy pieces of bread I have been having for the past couple of days.

James scurried over to my lap and I offered my hand. He curled up into a small ball, he is my only friend here and the only thing I can talk to that isn't trying to kill me.

I have thought it over and have come up with no liable explanation as to why I'm not dead yet. I tried to piece it together based on the small tid bits of conversation I have heard between Natalie and Zach through the door. It seems as though they are trying to figure out a way to dump my body and since they haven't found a decent place that is far enough away that I won't be found so they are keeping me alive instead of having a gross decaying body lying in their room.

I still don't know where I am. My best guess is an abandoned building. They can't be in one of their houses because it would have been raided by police.

"Ok James, time for bed!" I smiled softly as I placed the sleeping mouse in his bed and placed it beside mine. I crawled into bed and shut my eyes hoping to get a good nights sleep.

When I woke up James was awake but still in his bed. I trained him to stay away from the door and to wait for me to wake up. I don't want Natalie or Zach to walk in and trod on him and I don't want him roaming around the room by himself while I am still asleep. What if he gets caught?

I sat up and saw my daily rations at the door. I stood up stretching my aching arms and legs and walked over. The rest of my can of soup from yesterday was sitting beside a small water bottle. I picked them up and walked over to my bed. I have made a collection of about six or seven cans and water bottles. I picked out a few noodles and vegetables and placed them in one of the smaller cans which had once contained a few scrapes of canned tuna and placed the dish beside James' bed. He scurried out and started to eat the food. When he was done I dried the can with my blanket and poured a little bit of the water into the dish. After I placed James' food dish beside my food which I plan on eating later, took a few sips of my water and placed it beside my untouched food. I changed my head dressing and stood up. The bleeding had gone down considerable and only bled when I moved my head the wrong way and reopened the wound so I was using less and less of my now very small t-shirt to cover it.