~ Friday, in the city's outskirts
I've been on the run for 3 days now, wandering around aimlessly while trying to avoid the police. I shouldn't have ran, because now everyone knows I did it, I could've persuaded them, misled them and told them I escaped Frank and never saw him again afterwards. But thinking about that is pointless, I got myself in this situation with no way out. The whole city is looking for me, absorbed in their fear of being next, like I was some animal, like I would kill again... I descended the stone stairs next to the bridge and I arrived at an abandoned building. I've never seen this before, could it be a squat? Well, it's empty alright, and better than sleeping in some gutter like I have been doing the last 3 days. I entered the building and looked around. It looked like nobody had been there for at least 7 months, judging by the cobwebs and heaps of dust. I went to check if the electricity and water were still connected and I was surprised to find out they actually were. I just found myself a good place to crash in. I lay down on the floor and closed my eyes, almost falling asleep immediately. If you could call it that way, I was happy I could, without seeing horrible images as soon as I had my eyes closed. Nobody would disturb me now, nobody would find me, everything's okay...
I woke up startled, in front of me there was a girl sitting on the floor just a few inches away from me, she was wearing a brown woollen shirt and an old torn pair of jeans. Her hair was messy but she still looked beautiful. She was looking at me with hellish blue eyes and I blinked a few times as if I just saw a ghost. But no, the girl was still there. She seemed only about a year younger than me, what was she doing here? Did she get lost? I noticed I was lying under a pair of bed sheets while getting up, did she put them over me? "Uh, hi " I cautiously said. She answered me with a nod. " Did you put these over me? ". This time she just kept staring at me, as if she wanted to point out how obvious it was. "I... I'm Raz, how about you? What's your name? ". She finally spoke: -" M..My.. name is.. um.. Ellen". While hearing her speak, I actually felt at ease, as if the burden I've been carrying all this time had been lifted for little while. I didn't want her to stop, so I started talking to her, asking her where she came from, why she was here. She told me she came from London as well, and that her parents had died in a car accident almost 2 years ago, apparently she ran away from home because she didn't want to go to an orphanage. She had been living on the streets ever since, until she found this squat about 3 months ago. I felt sorry for her, but at the same time I understood very well how she felt, and it cheered her up to have someone she could talk to, someone that understood her pain. Probably no living soul had bothered to speak to her in the past 2 years. From that moment on we spent all our time together, looking for food and trying to survive. I have to admit, I was happier than I had ever been, even though I was on the run. I realised I had always been running from the world, and now I finally stopped.
