"Come on, it'll be ok,its not healthy to stay in your apartment" Yohio begged.
"I don't know" I say in a small voice.He touches my hand and says i can't hide forever.I nod but stay on my couch. It's been a few days since the news about me aired and I haven't left my apartment in fear of people recognising me.
" Come on, its only for a few hours." Yohio begged.
"Fine"I say and go get dressed..I walk into my closet and pick out a black dress with black heeled boots and a leather black jacket.I put on some makeup and tie my hair back and leave my bangs swept to the side.I go into the living room and don't see Yohio on the couch. "Yohio?" I feel a hand on my shoulder and I turn around to see Yohio smiling.I smile back.
"So where we going?"I say turning around to face him.
"Hungry?" He says grabbing his phone from the couch and facing me again, reaching out to grab my hand.I take his hand and say "yeah let me get my wallet" I turn to go get my purse when he spins me around and wraps his arms around my waist.He blushes and says "Im paying, lets go" and we hop in a taxi and head to the mall. We go to the food court and I sit down while he orders our food. He brings the food to our table and we start eating.
"See, its not so bad being in public." He says and tries to hold back his smile but can't.
And I have to give him credit. It wasn't that bad, it was actually nice being out of the house, with him. *He's getting pretty used to being around me, he doesn't seem as shy now* I think to my self and smile.
I was about to say something when I hear someone scream,
" THERE SHE IS! THE GIRL WHO WENT MISSING!" I look up and see a cop and a woman standing next to him pointing at me.
My eyes went wide and before they could reach me I jump up from my seat and run into a crowd of people, trying to push past people yelling "sorry! And excuse me!" As I went.I make it to the door and look back to see the cop close behind.I start running down the street. I'm running do fast I hope the people around me only see a girl running.A girl.Not me. Nor my face.I run all the way home without stopping.I ran up the stairs to my apartment and lock my door.I pace around the living room covering my eyes and tugging at my hair trying to think of what to do next.I walk slowly to my room and into my closet.I walk to the corner of the closet and slide down the wall.Rolling up in a ball with my head between my legs.
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The Runaway
Teen FictionMy mom died when I was young. My dad drinks.I have no siblings.I go to a place that I thought I'd be safe. That all changes. People are looking for me world wide. I'm known as The Runaway.