Most Wanted

Chapter One

I remember getting up to get some ice cream when it started, the feeling. The feeling to get the hell out of the house and walk down the street. Now. I had to stop for a moment to synthesize the feeling and understand what it was. So I did, I mean why not it's not like I have anything else to do so I ran upstairs to my room grabbed my beanie and ran down the stairs and down the street. I realized that my heart started beating rapidly and it wouldn't stop. I tried to regulate my breathing but it wasn't working so I just went on in a slow walk until I came to a little shop. I find it weird it was open after midnight but that wasn't that weird I guess since some businesses like to have people come in so no judging. I kept walking until I heard grunting and movement in an alleyway. I pondered if I should go or not but I felt the need to. It wasn't a good feeling but it wasn't bad either so I trusted it and quietly walked into the alley and faced the two men who were violently fighting. I watched mesmerized how they were moving skillfully like they've been fighting for years. That was until one pulled out a knife and I was about to scream but then closed my mouth for it wouldn't help at all. The man stabbed the other and then looked over at me and all I could remember was those eyes. Strikingly beautiful blue eyes. The color of the ocean but piercing and it looked like the calm before the storm if you could put sayings into eyes that is.

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All I could remember when I woke up was those eyes and then I realized that I was not in fact in my room with Johnny Depp posters all over my walls. I was in a dark room on a fairly large bed that my small bed would be eaten by. I was confused as to where I was.

I got up and walked around and walked out of the room and looked until I found a kitchen. Which means food. My love. We are back together.

I went to the fridge and pulled out all the fruit and some eggs and started to make myself some eggs. I mean why not it's not like I have anything else to do. I don't even know where I am. I finished and put them on the plate along with the bowl full of an assortment of fruit that I can't wait to devour like a little piglet that has been starved. That was until I turned around to the man with the blue eyes and dropped all my food breaking the glass bowl and plate.

I pouted and went to pick it up until he grabbed my wrist and shoved me away. I don't know exactly how I felt. But I know I was infuriated with this man.

"You do know I can pick that up myself?" I practically threw my hands up in the air.

"I'm sorry I don't want to clean up blood off of my floor." He said and barely even threw a glance at me. Which I still wondered why I was here and why was I so calm about this?

"Why am I here?" I started to walk away while asking and finally realized that this man is a murderer. He killed that other guy right in front of me and I have no hint of fear with him. What is wrong with me?

"I can't let you leave and tell the police that you have seen me so I have to keep you here. It's really the only way I can keep low right now and you just had to go on a midnight stroll. Which by the way if you did not do we wouldn't be in this situation."

How could he even say that. This is my fault? How?

"How the hell is this my fault? Am I responsible that you killed that man right in front of me and then kidnapped me to who knows where. I don't even know what time it is and I'm starving. I don't even know what the date is or what your name is or why you murdered that guy. So don't even go blaming shit on me. I just want to go home." At that moment I broke down. I don't know why it wasn't sooner but I just couldn't believe that any of this happened.

"Go upstairs now." He looked pissed and I don't even understand why.

"You can't order me around. I don't know who you are or even who you think you a-" He grabbed my arm and pushed me up the stairs until I was back in the same room.

Why am I even in this situation again? Because I followed my stupid gut. Maybe I should think a little more.

And then I realized I could just leave. If he really didn't want me to leave I would have been locked up but I could easily walk around the house. So why not just leave?

I  couldn't even make it out the door. He was waiting. I had a feeling he wouldn't just let me go I mean that's just common sense right.

"Why won't you let me leave? I have to go home. I have to go to school."

There was this look in his eyes for not even a second but I think it was a hint of pity. Of all things it was pity.

"I don't trust you and you don't know what happened yesterday night so you would go to the police and feed them lies. I can't let you do that." He started to walk toward me. "You do understand right? I can't let you leave until I know for sure you won't feed them lies. To tell you the truth I don't think you would be any help. I can make it look like you were helping. I mean your beanie is by the crime scene and they have no other option to think that you helped."

I never realized that my beanie was gone but he's right. And that made me even more mad. That I was wrong and I could be blamed for this, for something I didn't even do but I didn't try to stop. What kind of person am I. No, what kind of person is he? Keeping me prisoner just because I felt the need to go down that street and into the alley. But I made the choice so I guess this was my fault. Everything so far in my life has always been my fault.