Voice of The Past (Completed)

5.

The next day I didn't see the blond pig in school. 

I'm on my way home. Then I feel a familiar hand on my shoulder once again. Its him. The blonde pig.

- Stop following me. – I say as I slowly turn around. He looks serious again.

- Shh. – He puts his finger over my mouth. Then he looks down. Then back at me. He turns around and runs. Leaving me. 

Does he want me to follow him? But He told me to be careful. I don't know what to do. I feel like something is leaving me behind. I really want to follow him. Why is he making me feel this way? I start to feel really anxious. He's getting far away. No, don't go... I suddenly start running after him. Fast. Faster than I've ever gone before. I quickly catch up to him. I see him smile a little. But my backpack is heavy so I slow down a bit. He stops. Then I stop too. He comes closer to me. He leans his face towards mine. I feel myself blushing, my face gets warm.

- What are you... - Then he quickly takes my backpack. What? I start to fall back but he catches my hand and starts to run up the street not letting go of my hand.

 He's carrying our backpacks... I feel a bit bad for him. But he keeps running. He wont let go of my hand. I think I might be blushing. We keep running. Running up the streets. Its strange. I see the apartment buildings passing by, the restaurants, the people, the cars and for once i'm moving with them. Its not passing me by. I've never felt this way before. I look forward towards the boy who showed me this. He's really strange. I start to laugh. I laugh so I don't cry. Because my world is shattered. Everything crumbled down. And then this boy rebuilt it. He rebuilt it very differently though. We keep running and It feels like forever. Then he suddenly stops. I bump into him.

-Ow! Hey! – But he doesn't turn around or apologize. He just walks forward dragging me with him. I look around. We're in some park. I don't really care which one. Why did he take me here? I realize he's still holding my hand. I'm really tired of running.

- Where are you taking me? – I don't think he heard me... Ugh! Whats wrong with him? He lets go of my hand. Then he turns around.

- Lets have a picnic. Hehe. – Huh? Is that why he brought me here? Dumb ass. Although I am a bit hungry. I stare at him. Trying to figure him out.

- Jerk. I need to get home. I'm really late. My parents are gonna kill me. – I try to get my backpack back but he pulls away.

- Just tell them you were out with friends. –

-They wont believe me. -

- Haven't you ever been out with friends before? – He grins. Ugh! He's just playing with me. I look around and see a field of pigs in human form. Then I look at him with distaste.

- At least take me somewhere that's not pig infested. – He looks surprised. Then he looks around.

-But there aren't any-

-Shut up! - I interrupt him.

- Oh you mean the people? – He smiles.

- Got it. Follow me. –He hands me my backpack and starts running again.

I turn around and start walking home. I've had enough of him today.

When I get home my mother runs to me.

- Oh god! Where the heck were you? Are you alright? I cant believe you! – She starts looking for cuts or bruises. She was freaking out... I hate her. 

- Darling, what happened? Did you get kidnapped? Were you out with thugs? – She looks concerned. She's annoying. Such an imagination... I'll just think up a quick excuse.