Kidnapped by One Direction (Bk. 2)

I drew the last couple of streaks of chalk onto the concrete. To be honest, it looked like a glob. I’m an awful artist, and everyone pretty much knows that. It began raining a tiny bit, and the chalk began running in colorful streaks off the curb and into the street drain.

 It’s not like it was anything important. It was just a bunch of scribbles at the least. I was no Picasso.

 I stood up and left the chalk I had found in that very spot in the exact place. I didn’t want anybody knowing I used it?

 Okay, I know that’s silly but I’d feel guilty. Yeah…that makes no sense.

 I began walking down the street and the raining began to fade away into the light winter night. Why was it raining in winter? Well… don’t ask me. Ask the sky?

 I heard the noise of a stick or branch break and I stopped dead in my tracks. I closed my eyes to calm myself down. I heard the noise two more times, and I began to get worried.

 “Calm down, Pez.” I mumbled to myself under my breath. The night was cold and I thankfully was wearing flats. Ever since I was kidnapped that one night, I’ve been paranoid when I go out. I would begin walking a bit faster whenever I heard footsteps. I’m pretty much known as the poor little girl down the street who’s scared to go outside.

 I had to move out into my own house, far away from my crazy Mom who never thought to even give two shits about me. Ever since she slapped me, whenever someone puts their hand by my face I flinch. I giggled at the thought of ‘Hazry’.

“Perrie.” I heard something coo my name.

 I instantly turned around and began breathing a bit heavily. I could see my breath in the dark and cold air. “W-Who’s there?” I asked. “Perrie!” God dammit, I heard it again! I swear to you, I’m not going crazy. I turned back around and almost began walking back to home until I saw something or someone run at me. “No!” I screamed.

  I began running in my flats as the back of my heel rubbed against the edge, probably causing thousands of blisters.

 “Get away from me!” I pleaded, continuing to run. I turned the corner and took off my shoes. I turned and began running backwards, holding my shoes in my hand. As they appeared, I threw one of my shoes at them.

 “Ow!”  I heard them yell, causing me to feel victory. I ran around to the park exit, knowing I’m free. I turned the corner onto my street and saw another person running at me. “What the hell?” I asked, turning around to see the person I threw my shoe at running at me as well. Instantly, three more people came running at me in different directions.

Talk about dejavu.