Philophobia- P.M

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It had been about a week since she went out to buy 'groceries' but now had nothing left but the deli bag that she was seriously resorting to eating.

Instead, she slid one her converse a pair of sweats and a hoodie as well as a beanie, that she took out of the goodwill bin, considering it was December in New York.

She slid down the railing on the fire escape and made her way out of the alleyway with her hood covering her head and her mask covering her nose and mouth.

She walked down the streets until she managed to find an outdoor market.

She grabbed a shoulder bag they offered to help with shopping and set off down the aisles.

Thankfully there were enough people there that no one would be able to see her through the crowd of people.

She looks around the aisles and grabs two bags of bread two apples two bananas two more bottles of water and some homemade strawberry preserves as well as a pack of cigarettes from the woman's purse that stood next to her, thankfully it was new, and her lighter.

She surveyed her surroundings before slipping out of the crowd walking down the street and out of the venders.

She thought she made it away until,

"Hey! Stop! You didn't pay for that!" She turned around to find a middle-aged lady and man running at her.

"Great. Why do i always have to run?" She complains rolling her eyes before she sprints down the street.

She swerves in between the people scattered on the street.

She hops over a hotdog venders' cart with a few curses and condiments thrown at her.

"Excuse me!" She shouts at the people in her way.

One lady turns and stares directly at her as she politely shouts at her to move.

"Alright fucker." She turns to the right to go around her but not before she kicks the back of her knees.

"Ow! Thats harassment!" The lady whines from her spot of her hands and knees on the floor.

"Should've moved!" Khi turns around still running shrugging her shoulders.

Unfortunately running backwards isn't the smartest idea.

Khi smashes into the back of someone with a load groan.

"Agh Jesus!" She yells.

"Ow!" The stranger rubs the back of their head as they offer her a hand up to which she rolls her eyes at and stands up on her own.

She looks up making eye contact with none other than frosted tips.

"Huh?" She laughs, "You know-"

He grabs her and yanks her into the alleyway next to them.

He presses her up against the wall with his hands on her shoulders.

"Alright fucker we met like a week ago and this our second encounter I know I'm hot but slow down." She groans.

"How the hell did you disappear last week?"

"What?" She pretends to act clueless.

"I know it was you, ok? You have the same green eyes and eye brow slit on your left eyebrow.

"Aw, you remembered things about me," She shoves him off of her, "How touching."

"How did you disappear? You were behind me one minute and then the next you disappeared."

"I don't know man; you do know running and hiding exist right?" She shrugs her shoulders and holds her hands out.

He scoffs and shakes his head as she peeks her head out of the alleyway as the two adults come sprinting down the street shouting.

"Where are you, you fucker!" The lady screamed.

"Shit." She mutters and presses her back flat against the wall as the run past the alley.

Once she sees them turn left down another street, she breathes a sigh of relief peeling herself off the wall to come face to face with blondie whose eyes were squinted and his arms were crossed.

"Why are you always running?"

"Why are you always standing in my way?" She countered squinting her eyes.

A smile slowly spreads across his face.

She furrows her eyebrows.

"Why are you doing that?"

"What, smiling?"

"Yes, stop it. It's creepy."

"Why were you running?"

"Cause it's a nice hobby of mine."

"Ah yes, because slamming your body against a wall and acting like a piece of brick yourself as two grown adults sprint down the street doesn't scream 'I did something illegal'."

"I didn't and leave me alone."

"Where'd you get this then?" She turns around to be met with blondie holding her apple.

"Give me that." She went to grab it but he lifted it above his head.

She dropped her arms and sighed while he smiled and laughed.

She shakes her head then pulls back her leg kicking him in the crouch.

"Ah fuck." He groans and bends over dropping her apple that she catches with her foot flinging it back up into her hand.

She rolls her eyes.

Out of the corner of her eye she's able to see the two venders running back down the street headed directly towards her.

"Well shit." She sprints down the alley, "See you never!"

"Wait!"

"No thanks!" She sprints down the alleyway jumping up onto the fire escapes ladder pulling it up once she reaches the platform.

She sprints up the stairs finally reaching the roof of the building.

She takes a deep breath and looks down.

"Fuck it." She whispers as Blondie tries to climb the stairs.

She turns around to get a running start and then sprints jumping to the other roof.

She plants her feet on the ground and sprints faster.

She repeats this for the next few buildings until she reaches the one she's staying in.

She flings herself down the ladder and opens her window crawling into it and locking it behind her grabbing the wooden boards she uses to cover the windows and puts the back in place.

She slams her back against the wall and breathes hard sliding the bag off of her shoulder.

"Great. Now I got to find a new market. Stupid New York." She groans picking herself up off of the floor.

What was that boy's problem with her though?

Why was he so curious about how she disappeared?