can i forget to come back?.....

1:lost

Walking as if she might collapse at any moment,thin knobbly Laurel walked quickly down the dark little streets.Her hair in a mess,that creepy akward smile which seemed to tear her face appart,she looked like some escaped crazy girl.warm tears were flowing down her cheeks as she ran across the city searching for someone she doesn't even know a thing about.That little voice in her head was so powerful.it pleaded her to find him.she was going crazy it pissed her off.she ran away....

               2: the shadow
Her run came to a halt. She was panting shivering.Her little night exercise made her feel colder.she stopped at a shop's window,staring at her own reflection as if lost in some Faraway storm.Her dark hair once silky and long were know cut shoulder length with a broken piece of glass; her face pale as ghost,bruises slashing her forehead,she was in such a mess.Dark circles went round her stormy eyes.She felt pitiful, running after some​ phantom being,was she going mad?The ice cold wind whispered some secret which began to echo but she didn't mind it until she saw the misty image next to her own. It forged itself a dark human figure with bright eyes just like animals in the night. It's​ lips moved mumbling.she frozed.she couldn't hear a word bit it seemed like to be asking her to come closer.A plastic bag flew in front of her taking the reflection with it.she gasped.
   She was freezing, famished, sleepy maybe crazy by now. Go home​ and rest was her main aim right now.By sunrise, walking all night long she got to destination.What took her to not take the car?she asked herself. She took her keys out of her hiding, the flower pot. As she got in,she locked her door and let herself fall on her bed.And all she did was to sleep all day.
       3: free pizza
By the time she woke up,it was already seven in the afternoon. Too lazy to cook, she ordered a pizza. She ran herself a hot bath. Nothing was more relaxing than soaking into the water and to feel the skin melt under the warmth. she layed down her couch. Thirty minutes were gone without her realising the friendly ticking of the clock.The knocking on the door woke her from​ her dream. she tapped her fingers on the wooden arm but didn't leave her seat. The knocking went on. The house cringed.she got up violently and opened her door to find a pizza with a note writing
    'dear one's don't pay'....