Remington and I are in a car. A 1999 blue ford mustang to be exact. I only know that because of the owner's manual that I have been reading. The boy who drives this car is right next to me and probably just saved my life. Yet I can't even tell him thank you. God, this car is freezing.
I bend forward to try to turn up the heat. I can't figure this damn thing out.
"Are you cold? Let me turn the heat up," Remington calmly says as he turns up the heat," I got a blanket in the back if you are still cold."
"No, I'm okay," I say. I can't even say fine. I am not fine. Fine means that I am mentally and physically sound. I'm not. I got a cut on my cheek and still traumatized by my kidnapping. I can probably never go into a basement again.
"Can I ask you something," I say to Remington.
"Sure, go ahead," He smiles. How can he smile? Then again he didn't get kidnapped.
"Why did you save me?"
"Because I couldn't bare to see you like that. What happened to you was so inhumane. I wish I knew sooner of what had happened. I'm sorry."
I look down at my feet then back to Remington. His black hair shimmers against the city lights and his bright blue eyes are tearing up.
"Don't be sorry. If it wasn't for you, I might be dead. You saved my life," I say. Then I wipe off a tear from his pale face. Silence. More silence.
"Where are we?" I ask.
"Portland, Oregon" Remington says.
"Oh my god, really?" I say. I am shocked. I thought I was still in California.
"Well, um. You want to get something to eat?" Remington asks.
"Oh god yes!" I exclaim with excitement. Any food will be better than the unsweetened applesauce and stale crackers that I was fed just to keep me alive.
"Well alright then," Remington says as he pulls into a McDonald's.
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Run,Love,Run
Mystery / ThrillerMy name is Violet Way. As in Gerard Way's little sister. I am scared. I am trapped. All I have is love and all I can do is run. (Updates on Thursday) cover by crazy_candy02