On The Run

Chapter 8

Caroline stared at the blood stained floor of the once pure white pharmacy, the boys had since left after the fight and everything was silent now. She sat there shaking, replaying the horrible events of what had happened in her head. 'Why did this have to happen?' She thought to herself; a tear rolled down her face and landed in the crimson pool at her feet. She felt like she was about to throw up, she had to get away from the scene; she grabbed the counter and slowly pulled herself up. Slowly she made her way around the counter and to her musty matress on the floor and instantly plopped down onto it and shoved her face into the pillow and cried. She was devistated, who wouldn't be after watching someone die? To be the one who killed them. He was a boy, an asshole of a boy but still a living, breathing boy, and she had killed him, she had killed him because her sister had asked her to. 'My sister...' she stopped crying 'my sister... would be dead right now if I hadn't... killed him.' Caroline sat up on her bed and wiped away what was left of her tears. "I saved my sister." She whispered "I saved her." She said again a bit louder this time and smiled.

I walked in the store while wiping my bloody hands on my torn jeans 'shit I'll need to get some new pants.' I frowned, I liked these pants, Oh well. I turned the corner toward our sleeping area and found Caroline there smiling. "What are you happy about?" I asked thinking she would be torn about what she had done. "I'm happy I saved you." She turned and answered me "even though I... killed someone I saved you." She added. I nodded "yeah and I owe you." I said as I sat down next to her "I'd be a goner without you... thanks." I smiled and hugged my sister tight.

I walked through the isles of a very bare clothing section of the store hoping to find a nice new pair of jeans with now such luck. I walk in a circle around the three isles for the third time, the only things I had been able to find were shorts, not to usefull in early spring. I sighed thinking I should give up and just deal with bloody pants and a burnt shirt; I looked down at myself and thought better of it. 'Fourth round here we go.' I thought not to happy with going round again. 'Shorts, shorts, shorts, tank top.' I listed the stupid things in my head "uhg! It's useless!" I yelled and punched one of the shelves, witch I emediatly regretted. I grabbed my throbbing fist and kicked the shelf "pile of shit!" I yelled at it and Almoast missed the pile of black fabric that landed next to me. I looked down still holding my hand then bent down to pick the fabric up; it turned out to be a pair of leggings. 'Well they aren't jeans but they're long and my size' I thought and began to unzip my jeans and pull the bloody things off. Before I slipped the leggings on I took another look at them, they didn't look to thick and I would need another layer maybe. I jumped up to see if there was anything left on that shelf again no such luck. I sighed again "whatever they're new pants" I said and pulled them over my feet and up to my hips; they were a size to big for me, but I didn't mind and they were pretty comfy. I put my old hiking boots back on my feet and walked over to an old, cracked mirror then took a look at myself and frowned, leggings clearly weren't my thing. I wanted my jeans back now but that wasn't an option right now, I was stuck with these things. I carried on looking for a shirt of some kind even jumping up to look above shelves only finding a purple tank top and a showy one at that. My boobs weren't that big but still I hated the thought of showing them off, so I kept looking. 'Come on is there anything? a sweatshirt? Just something' I was dying to find something other than that stupid tank top. I walked down isle after isle, checking behind, above and below everything until a pile of thick fabric slung over the side of a shopping cart caught my eye. I walked over to the cart and grabbed the fabric and held it out so it could unravel itself; it was a comfy looking sweater. I walked back to the isle with the purple tank top and pulled it over my head and pulled the sweater on top. They both fit me well and turned out to be very comfy like the leggings. I went back over to the old mirror and took a look; the sweater had a few holls on the elbow areas and had a small bit of dirt on the lower sleeves but I liked it. I smilled triumphently into the mirror and walked back to the sleeping area.

Caroline was fast asleep on her bed when I got there, I didn't blame her, she had been woken up at three in the morning only to kill a boy about a half hour later. I sat on my matress watching her chest rise and fall with every breath. 'I'm glad I'm still here to see this' I thought and sighed softly. I continued to watch the rythmic motions of her chest for a long while feeling my eyelids grow heavier with every passing minute but I knew I couldn't sleep, not after ealier. 'I can still lay down though.' I thought and yawned, exhausted. And so I did finally giving in to the pain and heavy tired muscles in my body and without meaning to I fell asleep.