Killers have feelings 2

Charity Case

     It's been four-and-a-half months to the day, since the night I snuck out of the cabin.

I still think about it, nearly every day. My parents must as well, because in the time since I was found wandering around by a farmer who thought I was crazy but brought me to the police anyway.. we moved to another town. Two towns over, actually.

     We got our own house, which was made for us by some organization who makes homes for those in need. I guess since I was kidnapped and all, they decided we were a charity case worth their time.

It's a pretty big house, with a security system my dad keeps checking every ten minutes and a big fence around the backyard to keep my little siblings from running off. It has a locked gate on it, and the fence posts are so close no one can see in or out - dad specifically made sure of that.

     Being here hasn't been too bad..I am a bit tired of never being allowed to leave, though. My parents keep me here in the name of "safety," though all I can think about each time I try to go to sleep at night, is the fact that being at home was what got me kidnapped the first time. It is really starting to frighten me, though I have decided not to say anything to my parents about it. Telling them that now would only make them more paranoid - they would probably insist on putting an alarm on my window if I told them; I don't want an alarm on my window, because I like to open it at night. My room gets hot, so despite the fact that it is likely a very bad idea for me to be doing it, my window gets opened quite a lot anyway.

The night air is surprisingly soft enough to lull me off to sleep, before I can even begin to notice its lingering chill. Spring is coming early this year, which means the weather will probably be pretty decent for Broken Hearts Day later this month. I mean.."Valentine's day."

     I'm sure it will be the same for me this year as any other year has been. And yes, this is in spite of my new not-so-wonderful quality that I can add to my list of other not-so-great attributes. Apparently, "kidnapping victim" is not something most people have on their lists of things they're looking for in a potential girlfriend.

Should I still be sore that the only person who's ever shown a lick of interest in me was a psychopathic killer? Probably not.

     I am, though. I'm sick and tired of seeing all the 'happy couples' around here..being happy together. On more than one occasion, I've tossed a shoe at our neighbors' son and his girlfriend when they started making out and I could see them. So far, they haven't taken the hint..and I'm starting to run out of shoes.

. . .

If this keeps up, I may have to train a dog to go and fetch them for me.

     In our new house, since it was built for us, we can have pets. Which means I could have a dog. Mom keeps offering to get me a dog, but I don't want one. I had a dog already. To other people, she was a stray and a mutt. To me, Courage was one of my only comforts when I was upset..and most importantly, she was my friend.  

I have tried to explain this to my mom several times, but I don't think she understands. If I hadn't been the one kidnapped, and I hadn't been through it myself, I guess I wouldn't either. 

. . .

     All I have left of Courage now, are the drawings I've hung on my wall of her. That, and the memories in my head. Those being something I won't have forever.. Which, is only more depressing to me. 

I miss Courage more than I can say. I also miss being able to sleep at night normally more than I ever thought I could miss something. In an effort to help myself sleep at night, I have started listening to music on my iPod. 

     This may have been why I didn't hear my window being opened up more, sometime late into the night.