A Painter's Love

Chapter 1

    On a night that could not be forgotten is the same night I went missing. I wasn't really lost, but I was according to my neighborhood. My story is probably one that will take forever. Told in my point of view of everything that happened, I'm sure Helen will tell you from his point of view someday. My name is Allyson and this is the story of a painter's love.

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     I was sitting on my parent's couch in the living room watching TV. All the doors and windows were locked at this time of night because my parents were out for work or something. I glanced at the window next to the TV and saw a figure -- a male figure -- outside. It was shadowy and I couldn't see his face, but it was definitely a male. I shook it off and continued watching TV.
     I didn't quite hear the backdoor open -- because the TV was too loud -- when it did. But the person in my house wasn't sneaky enough. Before he could bring anything down on my head I reached up and grabbed it. I jumped up, pulled him over the couch and sat on him. His face was a mask, with a red smile and black eyes. He must have realized my face because he slowly slid the mask off to reveal a handsome young man.
   "Whoa..."
   "What!" he spat, giving me a disgusted look. "Are you going to get off of me or what? I have a job to do y'know." 
    "You're...cute. But Helen, why me exactly? I mean I knew you guys were real but I never thought I'd get to meet one of you."
       He then tried stabbing me in my stomach with his knife, but I grabbed his hand, grabbed the blade gently and released his grip to throw it across the room, making it stick out of the wall by the blade.
   "You were always my favorite, don't ruin it."
   "Oh..." he said silently. "Well please get off of me and you can come with me as my proxy."
    "Don't go get the knife. Or I'll hurt you."

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    Okay, I know you're not supposed to run away with strangers but this is Bloody Painter! He's always been my favorite and I'd rather live with him. I'll be their second mother! I'll help.
      Let's say it didn't turn out exactly like that. I was 17 running away with a killer who is unknown to this world and I love him. I wondered if life is going to be exactly like I hope for. I was so wrong on my thoughts. Life was horrible. Well... it started out well. Then it crashed and burned. No one should go through what I did. Hello. My name is Allyson. This is my runaway story.