Song Like You (Bea Miller Fanfiction) {{ON HOLD}}

Chapter 1

Jamison's POV

In the back of my mind, I knew walking out this late at night wasn't a good idea at all. Considering the fact that I'm a 17-year-old girl with no strength whatsoever, it's the middle of the night, and I'm in a not so great part of town. This was the first time I'd actually been in this particular part of town, let alone been out this late at night, so I was only relying on my brain's visual memory and my phone at a staggering 12%. I let out a soft groan for what seemed like the fifth time in the past twenty minutes I'd been trying to find my way back home.

The lamp posts were dim, some even completely burnt out, making it even harder to see practically five feet in front of me. I had little to no cell phone service so it's not like I can pull up my GPS to find my way or call someone to pick me up. They probably wouldn't answer anyway and I don't know many people.

I used all my willpower to not outwardly panic and draw attention to those who may be lurking in the shadows searching for their next helpless victim. Then again, I was cool in situations like this. Keeping my emotions buried deep inside of me has always been a strength of mine. Others say doing so is unhealthy and could potentially cause sudden outbursts that you regret later, but that never seemed to happen to me. Who knows? Maybe I'm just plain crazy.

I looked back down at my phone to see the battery had already dropped down to 8%. I sighed and decided to just turn my phone off and use my memory to help get me back. I tried retracing my steps and remembering what I'd walked past on my to Starbucks. Usually I went to the one just around the block from my house, but it had been under some renovations for almost a month now, and I just really needed an iced tea or something to help me get through the suffocating heat of June other than my aunt's plain black coffee mix and shots of vodka, which I couldn't drink even if I wanted to give my age. Unless I just snuck it into my room, but I had no intention of underage drinking.

I started walking down the road away from Starbucks thinking that was a good place to start. Every so often a car would slowly drive by but pay no mind to my presences and go about their business. Other than that, the environment around me seemed to be uninhabited.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice an object move silently and turn my head to see what had caused it, but see nothing expect the small apartment buildings, burnt out lamp posts, and some bushes. Assuming it was just the wind blowing through the bushes I continue walking forward when I hear a soft whistling sound. I stop in my tracks and turn my eyes as far to the left and right as I can without physically turning my head. Again nothing. Probably just the wind. I'm only imagining things. My head's playing tricks on me.

That's when I hear footsteps. Slow and faint, but they're there. I pick up my pace trying not to make to much noise and not daring to look behind me. As I walked faster the rhythm of the footsteps behind me sped up, matching the rhythm of mine. I was practically running now already getting tired from the low amount of energy my body can produce all at once.

I took my chances and glanced behind me to see if I could catch a glimpse of whoever was chasing me. I stopped when I saw the person was only a short girl with long brown hair. I turned fully around to get a better look at her and notice she's dressed in a dark blue crop top and black jean shorts. As she runs closer I notice her shoes are plain black and white converse much like the shoes I have on, except cleaner and with fewer holes. Her style and body shape looked vaguely familiar. I'd definitely seen her before.

"Hey!" I whispered loudly so she could hear me. "What are you doin-" She didn't reply but forcefully grabbed my wrist and pulled me behind her. I quickly regained my footing and tried to keep up with her, which wasn't difficult given the fact that she was about six or seven inches shorter than me. I turned my head as much as I could to see what exactly we were running from when a sudden forced took me off guard and pulled me into a dark alleyway, causing me to again lose my footing and almost fall flat on my face. I decided against looking anywhere but the direction I was being pulled to not wanting to get hurt or injured.