It's been days since I last saw my folks. I was having the time of my life with the people of a lifetime. For once I was away from the everyday crap. For once I was happy. For once I was. When everything fell, it crashed like broken glass all over my now hardening heart.
"February, huh? Mmm, sounds like something amazing happened that month, if I remember correctly" he chuckled at his words. His voice hinting at excitement for his upcoming birthday.
The memory went just as fast as it came. Whooshing far far away into the vault of nostalgia hidden deep in my mind. I squirmed, trying to look up into the frosty, cold window. Awaiting to see some kind of hope in the darkening night that they'd be coming to find me. I saw nothing. Nothing but the light fall of snow and blueish darkness. Reminded me of the bruise he got on his cheek when we were tossing a football. I was just tossing..
"I'm open! I'm open!", he said reaching out.
"GET READY TO FUMBLE!", I squealed as I rushed towards the touchdown line. He was so surprised. Just like I am now. Trying to figure out why Harry distanced himself.
Just a moment ago we were set to be wed one day.
My folks tried to get married sometime around Valentines Day.
"That so?" he would begin, "that's going to be you and me one day soon", his smile shinned brightly down at me as he toke my hand and pulled me to him.
My parents relationship inspired Harry so much. It's probably why he never gave up on ours. Harry's parents never told me what happened between them. They never told me what happened between them either. I only heard that his dad was in the car and started singing ,"Club going uppp on a Tuesdayyy...", and then his mother slammed on the brakes and Harry witnessed what a cop would probably call a "Domestic Disturbence".
If I could reach the phone I would go immediately to the cops about Harry.
Anyway, I was trusted, me of all people to stay home till they arrived back.
(hehe..silly, silly biscuits...)
Well, now I see that, that was their biggest mistake of all time.
What should I say next? That am hanging upside down from a pillar? That my best friend is on the floor knocked out? Oh! I know! I'll start from the beginning like every other lame person like me does, before I got into this mess. With of all people.. A "friendly" neighborhood watch team gang and their so called watch men.
So, first I'll tell you some stuff about my self. My name is I'm 15, with a beefy attitude and a couple boy-bands, (and my least favorite committee.) are trying to steal and destroy the most important thing to our neighborhood. Th-
Footsteps
Trying to de-
"NATALIE!" A squeamish voice shrieked before the sound of someone ripping duck tapped mixed with the clink of a hollow metal tube filled the dry air.
YOU ARE READING
I'm scared.
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