The Girl with the Mismatched Converse

Run!

Christian's POV
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"We've prescribed her some antidepressants," the doctor says, pressing a paper in the palm of my hand.

I nod, not really paying any attention. My eyes drift to Laura, her eyes closed and her chest slowly rising and falling. Thoughts drift to her head, her tumor, her one-way ticket to death.

"Christian?" The doctor shakes my arm. "Are you listening?"

I shake my head and look at her blankly. "What?"

She smiles softly. "We called her parents. In the meantime, you should get some rest. There's a cot on the floor in her room if you want to stay there with her."

I nod again, looking at the paper in my hand, then shove it back to the doctor. "You should give this to her parents. I'm just a...friend."

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a figure squirm—Laura—and immediately regret every decision I just made, but I turn on my heels. With one last look at her beautiful face, I run out of the hospital, not one glance spared as I run.

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When I finally stop running, my lungs are on fire and my legs feel like jelly. I don't know where I am and my phone is missing. Also, it's night. Like, dark.

I groan and fall to the ground, a cramp overtaking my side. "Fuck! Dammit! Damn every goddamn thing to hell!" I yell at the sky from the dirt.

"Hello?" I hear from a ways. "Who are you and why the hell are you cussing?"

I sit up and look at the figure. "I'm lost and my gi—friend is, uh, she has cancer." I sigh. "I'm just having a really bad week."

"I'm sorry about your friend. You said you're lost?" The voice is too deep to be any girl I know of. It's probably a guy.

I nod, then realize he can't see it. "Uh, yeah. I ran from the hospital."

"You aren't a psychiatric patient runaway, are ya?"

"No, no. Nothing like that."

"Alright. What's your name?"

"Uh, Christian," I say as I stand.

"C'mere, Christian," he says, turning. "You're a good 10 miles from anything, so why don't ya stay the night? I'll drive you wherever you need to go tomorrow morning."

As he talks, his voice gets fainter, almost as if he's moving away. He is moving away. I run after him and catch up.

"Say, I never caught your name," I say after a few moments of silence.

"I never threw it."

"Alright."

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Laura's POV

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"Hello?" I call out, expecting Christian to have just pretended to run away and he's really just hiding behind the door, but no one answers or pops out.

He really ran away.

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A/N:

I'm back...kind of. I'm updating one short chapter for now. More will come soon!

Once I get in the groove of school and shit, I'll be back and in working order!

<3 Nicole