Jenny is dead.
I couldn't stop the echoing of the thought in my head, or the memory from just a few moments before creeping in, blocking the world from all my senses.
Just as Jenny and I were clicking out and closing the Steak n' Shake Diner, we heard a voice just a few feet in front of us. "Looks like we've found ourselves some toys," said a remarkably tall man in black. His partner, who had stunningly bright blue eyes, chuckled and agreed. Jenny took a few steps back before speaking, her voice wavering. "W-What are you doing here?" Mr. Tall Man grasped her wrist, still oblivious to my presence, and attempted to pull her toward himself.
"Let her go!" I yelled, "Or I'm calling the police!" The minute I took out my phone, I heard a click from Mr. Blue Eyes' direction. I then noticed a silver pistol in his left hand.
Jenny slipped her wrist out of Mr. Tall Man's grasp and pushed my off the sidewalk and into the empty street, a few good seconds before the gun fired. Stuck in my place, I watched my best friend get a bullet in the chest. The men soon noticed their mistake, and aimed the pistol at me once again, not showing any emotion as to how they might have killed Jenny. I ran to the other side of the street, and crouched behind one of the abandoned cars. I silently prayed they didn't see me, and looked over the hood of the car. Getting back on my hands and knees, I counted to ten and ran down the alleyway in the opposite direction.
I shook the memory of the previous hours away, posting my letter to my parents on the fridge. In the letter, I let them know that I loved them, and that I was leaving and never coming back.
I knew those men would come after me, and I had a sinking feeling that they would stop at nothing to get rid of me and everyone I loved. It was a struggle to leave my parents, considering how much they loved me and took such care into raising me to be a good, young lady. Never again, will I hear my father call me his 'Baby Girl' or get comfort from my mother's warm heart. It broke my heart at the thought of leaving, but I know hey would do the same if they were in my position.
I silently closed the front door and left the house I grew up in, with nothing but my wallet, the clothes on my back, and the warm tears threatning at my eyes.
It only took a few minutes to find the Broadland Train Station. Before I approached the woman on the night shift, I scanned through the trains that would be here soon, and could get me far away. Finally deciding on a city, I strolled to the ticket booth with a fake grin. "One to Hungerford, please."
