Debut's perspective;
As I was walking own the hallway to make myself lunch, as it was a Monday and I was going to school, Poets stuck her head out of her room and waved her arm to get my attention.
"Come here kid," She called. I didn't mind being called kid when it was from Fearless, or Speak now or even Evermore sometimes, but coming from her it sounded more threatening. I tentatively walked towards her room, lingering in the doorway. "You got school today, yeah?"
"Yeah, I gotta leave soon, I'm running late-"
"Oh you didn't see? There's major bus delays today," She said, looking concerned. "I can drive you if you'd like,"
"Thanks, that would be really helpful," I chuckled, slightly confused at her apparent change of heart since her fight with Rep but happy that I would get to school on time. Normally I would have asked Fearless for a ride, but she was out, so therefore unavailable.
"Go gather your stuff and meet me by the minivan," She ordered. I did as she said, obviously still slightly wary of her, but brushing off my concerns. She was doing something nice for me- she obviously had just had a bad couple of days, and maybe her bad days were just... especially bad. I hopped into the passenger seat and put my bag on the floor as she started the van, turning the radio on and beginning to drive.
Where we normally made a right turn, she took a left, and I cleared my throat to get her attention.
"Um, that was supposed to be a right turn," I corrected. I was worried slightly, because now I might have been late to school, but it mostly should have been fine. She didn't reply and continued driving, making a turn further away from the school. "That's- That's not the right way, Poets," I started bouncing my leg anxiously, not sure what was going on. I tried to get her attention again, but she stayed facing forwards and driving slightly too fast.
I felt my heart rate rise, thumping in my chest as I swallowed and my thoughts went wild. I took a deep breath to try and calm myself down and think rationally.
"Poets please can you listen to me, this isn't the right way and you're going too fast," I said, my voice squeaky. Try as I might to stay calm, the truth was that I really was quite scared of her. I already was when she first arrived due to her mannerisms and weirdly fancy words, but when she randomly got aggressive that one morning, well it definitely didn't help.
Now, being stuck in a speeding car with a silent driver actively driving away from our destinations- bottom line, I was terrified. I had to remind myself to keep breathing, but the creeping suspicion that THIS DEFINITELY WASN'T NORMAL was becoming closer to being undeniable.
Abruptly, the car stopped and I jolted, luckily getting caught by the seatbelt. Slightly breathless, I looked over at Poets who was fiddling around for something in her bag. She pulled out some miscellaneous items and handed them to me, and I took them willingly yet confusedly.
"Hold these. Can you help me look through my bag? I'm trying to find my phone."
I leant over the seat and sifted through her bag, then suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of my head before everything went black.
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I awoke, blinking slowly and bringing a hand to the back of my head, wincing when it came away with blood. I looked around to take in my surroundings, finding myself slumped against the wall of what seemed to be the inside of a van. My breathing picked up pace again and I bounced my leg nervously.
You're okay, it was just- who was it? Poets. Not Bicycle. You're safe. But what if-
I couldn't stop the thoughts from coming, I didn't know how to do it on my own- I needed Fearless. I scrambled around to find my phone, dumbly, and inevitably it wasn't there, so I rested my head into my knees and wrapped my arms around my legs. Tears dropped down my cheeks as I calmed myself down slowly.
When I had regained control, I lifted my head and took a deep breath. The van looked pretty bare, but I decided to scan it anyways to see whether she had left anything behind- unlikely, but possible.
There was a screen separating the front of the van from the back, but it was clear, so I could see that my phone, a small unidentifiable object that she had obviously used to knock me out, and my school bag.
If I could just...
I slammed my elbow into the screen, not surprisingly not doing anything. I wasn't sure where exactly the van was or if Poets was going to come back soon, but I decided to give it my best shot, because as terrified as I was Poets didn't seem like the type to murder me without a good reason. Hopefully
I took off my shoe, hoping I had a chance of breaking the screen since my shoe was relatively hard, having to wear enclosed leather shoes because of regulations at school. The screen wobbled a bit as I threw the shoe at it, but to no avail. I suddenly remembered I had my home keys in my pocket. Would they work?
I took them out and stabbed at the plastic straight in the middle. It made a dent, so I kept on jamming the key into it until I had a small hole, then the plastic was easier to rip apart (not to very much benefit of my fingers). I could eventually climb through, and collapsed into the drivers seat. I scrabbled for my phone, picking it up and realising that Poets had done something to it so that it wouldn't turn on.
I groaned, throwing my head back against the seat and then cursing in pain as the wound on the back of my head evidently reopened and started bleeding again. I sat and stared into the distance absent-mindedly, thinking about my options. Remembering my keys, and damn were they coming in handy, I fumbled to shove them into the ignition and turned the van on.
(Guys idk anything about cars)
I stepped on the accelerator and drove blindly down whatever road I was on. I had no idea whatsoever where I was, or where Poets had gone, but all I knew was that I had to drive. This was my only chance to get away, so hell was I going to take it.
I thought I vaguely recognised the roads, but then again it might have been a false memory- I decided to keep driving anyways. As I made my way through winding roads, I waited to see whether there were any I remembered.
Poet's perspective; (The actual one)
I was very confused.
I had been living in the most run down motel I could find with the limited funds I had collected- but then my fucking sister showed up, again.
"I thought I was going to stay here for longer than a week," I scoffed. "Bored already?"
"No, I forgot to tell you about the most important part of this plan," She chuckled. "Every once in a while we'll be switching out, just to throw things around a bit."
"I thought you were smarter than this," I scrunched my nose up. "Have you really not seen-"
"That you could tell everyone? Mm, well you see... You won't be telling anyone. Because if you do, then to put it simply then they all die." She shrugged. I slumped my shoulders. She actually had thought this through.
A/N; HELLOOOOO I wrote this in geography also
MY FIRST BOOK HIT 27K READS AND 1K VOTES? Literally how omg
