I had burst into a random mall, soaking wet and bleeding. People were staring at me but no one bothered to say anything. I sat down on a bench and took of my soaking sweater. I looked for the biggest wound and found a deep cut on my arm. I was wrapping it when an Irish accent spoke behind me.
"Are you alright? Can I help?" The voice spoke. I turned around and saw a man with hair that was neon green.
"I'm Jack. What's your name?" Jack asked.
"I'm- Im Ava. But people call me Kitty because I love cats." I whispered. Jack nodded and we walked to his car.
Why the hell am I trusting a random stranger that could be like-JEFF? OH GOOD GOD I JAVE TO GET AWAY!!! I though desperately. I started twitching and flailing. Jack held me in place and I fell unconscious as I used up all my energy.
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