Escape

chapter 3

I was getting ready to go for a walk late at night and it was pretty cold outside, so I put on "his" sweater, black pants and my Nike's. As I walked outside I wrapped my blue and grey scarf around me as I was doing so, my bracelet got caught. It was a black bracelet with a key and a heart. He had given it to me on our one-year anniversary his initials where on the key and mine where on the heart saying " J.S the key to K.J. heart." The pain hasn't gone away but I've learned to control my emotions more and not think about it so much. It's been a year now since he left, and I still couldn't forget him or socialize with others I still sit alone in the corner of every class and listen quietly. I would answer questions here and there but my head would always be down and my voice low so they wouldn't really be able to here me but everyday at school was the same. Wake up get ready, walk to school, go to class, go to the library at lunch, and end my day with class and walk back home. After finishing my walk, I went home and took a shower then went to bed afterwards.

Unknown P.O.V

Kathrin is so beautiful, every second she's alone I want to go and tell that I'm here. I want to go to her and wrap her in my arms and let her cry on me. I hate the fact that I caused her so much pain but Jake was getting in my way of me being with my princess, so I had to get rid of him with the help of a couple of old friends of mine. Everyday at school I see her beautiful figure past by me but never looking up and it upsets me sometimes to know she still cares for that dead fool. I've so desperately wanted her to notice me and I still do ever since the 6th grade when I had her in my P.E. class. She was so caring towards those who struggled with the sport ands she was very competitive. Everything about her was perfect to me her caring smile, soft laugh, angelic voice, her black soft hair, her full pink lips, and her eyes...oh those hazel eyes of hers made me fall harder. She always sat in the back of the class quietly listening to the teacher and when she knew the answer she softly replies so no one will hear her, but I always zone out the rest and focus on her. She was still hurt inside, but she didn't show it a lot only if you looked deeply in her eyes. Although she doesn't look up very often, when she does I always look straight at her hazel eyes. She's one of those girls who is always quiet but has so much to say, the kind that needs love but won't admit it. She's a mystery to everyone but not me I know her needs I know what she hides and keeps from others. Although I question some of her things, she keeps a journal under her sheets but she doesn't write out her feeling she writes them out through characters in her story. I'm not completely sure why she does it but I sometimes think about and I've come to a theory that she does that because she doesn't want to admit her feeling and she describes herself with out knowing it on paper. This morning she walked alone with his sweater, a pair of black Nike sweats, her black Nike's, and her hair pulled back in a ponytail. The sweater was big on her it covered her nicely structured curves and her chest, she never liked her hair down it bothered her because she didn't like her hair in her face. She also didn't like boots or jewelry nor did she like make-up and regular under garment, she liked sport under garment to be more specific and she isn't very fond of chocolate. When she's asleep her face seems troubled and she turns and twist and her body shifts every couple of minutes and it breaks my heart but one day I'll be there to keep her safe.