How To Capture The Crow

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

I wake up to the sound of a large metal door slamming. I quickly sit up and try to re-adjust my eyes to the dim lit room that I've been resting in.

"Hello" I say quietly wiping my eyes.

The room is still and barren leaving me without a response. Realizing I'm alone I press my feet onto the floor getting ready to leave. I wince in pain as my ankle feels the pressure, but continue to search for my jeans despite it. I finally find them bunched up at the base of the couch. They're covered in dirt and leaves, and still slightly damp, but I slide them on anyway. Quickly getting the rest of my clothes I walk out of the big metal door locking it behind me and wonder onto the city sidewalk.

The bright morning sun is blinding and I cover my eyes with my hand.

"Watch out!" I hear a man say as I'm pushed to the side.

The sidewalks are busy with crowds of people and the residual water glistens on the clean washed streets.

"Sorry..." I say shyly.

I realize I don't really know where I am anymore and I don't have a clue of how to get back to my house. I walk to the corner of the sidewalk where I see an old blue payphone.

"My purse" I say aloud and try to remember if I left it in the room or lost it with the storm.

Shaking my head in disappointment I realize it's probably in a storm drain somewhere. I dig in my pockets searching for change, but after reaching the very bottom I notice that there isn't anything inside them but sticks and dry mud. I take a deep breath and sit the phone back on the receiver. As I do I notice a shinny quarter sitting on the top of the payphone that has the eagle blacked out with a permanent marker. I take it and use it to make call, but It slips out of the payphone rejecting it as payment as I put it in. I sigh to myself wondering how I'm going to get home, but then I put the phone to my ear hearing a dial tone.

"Thank you," I say smiling a little looking at the quarter then putting it in my pocket.

Without my purse I can't catch a cab, so I ponder for a moment of who I can call. Then I feel a strong sense of sadness hit me as I figure out who will have to come get me. One of the few numbers I remember from my childhood.

"Hello?" a man on the other line says.

"Hey... Um, can you pick me up...?"

"Emma?..." The guy on the other line says exhaling loudly.

I stay quiet and wait for him to answer.

"Where are you?" He asks.

"I'm in the city" I look at the street signs and give him the cross roads.

He agrees to pick me up and I wait nervously on the side of the sidewalk for him to arrive.

I sit up as I notice a silver car slowing down next to me. I get into the car and he stares at me, my one shoe, messy hair, muddy jeans, and an oversized long sleeve shirt.

"Hi Sam." I say as I put my seat belt on.

Sam is much older than me. His hair is a light brown and his face is neatly trimmed with a sharply outlined goatee.

"What were you doing here?" He says confused looking at me as if I'm a pile of trash.

His nose curls up as if he had just pasted by a dump truck.

"I don't know..." I say flicking a leaf off of my jeans.

He shakes his head and slowly starts to drive away after I tell him I want to go to Highland Drive. I stare out the window for the majority of the drive. Thinking of the girl I met, thinking of the items I lost in the storm, and how I can't believe I walked this far. We drive farther away from the city until it becomes a mess of dark wooded forests.