The Runaway

Fourth Chaptaaa. I  wanna thank the people who fanned mwaa. Hope u like it (: 

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After thinking for a second and trying to understand the thought completely I went outside on me small wooden porcha and sat down in the used chair I got a while ago in a yard sale down the road from my house. 

I came out after the neighbors left their yard to go lay down and cuddle, while I still sit here alone desprate for someone to talk to, that I could just hangout with even if he/she could only stay for five minutes, it to me, wqould feel like a lifetime if it were a real conversation. 

I could hear the loud car horns beeping as loud as it possibly could and I could hear the sirens of amblulance, police vehilces, and fire tucks go off in the distance. 

For some reason I wanted to sit here until someone noticed I felt alone inside and had to be treated with kindness. I would probally be sitting here towards morning when I finally relize no one was going to notice any difference in my mood. I felt like nothing could fix my crushed and fallen soul. Monday through Sunday, I did nothing but wonder what was gonna happen next. As if right now, the most exciting thing that is going on is that I saw a blue eyed precious creature hidden away in the woods. But to someone else, that might as well be normal to them.

At aorund seven o'clock I got up to go get some potato chips and watched as the sun left the and the moon rose from the depths of the gorund. I watched the last bit of color leave the sky to  black with only the thin light coming from the moon and some porch lights.

I knew sooner or later I would have to get up from this spot and go to bed, but I wasn't ready yet to leave. I wanted to sit, just for the moment being, before I get up and brush my teeth, eat a weak breakfast and off to work I would go.

I started to say something that I heard on the tv a while back, it was a song and for some unknown reason I started to sing, 

Go to sleep my darling, close your little eyes.

Angels are above us, peeping through the skies.

God is in his heaven, and he watch doth keep.

Time for little children to go to sleep.

While I was singing this over and over I heard a voice singing along, it was the voice. At first I thought it was my imaginenation.

I was hearing this I knew it. I looked over and a little girl was standing at the foot of my steps...