Fiction of Myself

Chapter Eighteen

Parker's P.O.V.

Ken and I walked down the street in a cold breeze. Snow had stopped falling now, but nonetheless it was still pretty cold. Given we ran out of school with only our sweatshirts and no gloves or hats we were just looking for a place to go that was warm.

"There's that mall we talked about earlier." Ken mentioned. "I have a credit card my parents gave me. It has about one thousand dollars on it and we can go crazy, they truly don't care." He responded.

"I wouldn't want to make them upset with you. I know money doesn't grow on trees either, I wouldn't want your parents to worry." I began but Ken laughed.

"My mom is making about three hundred dollars an hour to answer phone calls. My dad is a coach living in luxury. They asked me if I wanted a fifty thousand car for getting good grades last year. One thousand to them is nothing." He patted by shoulder as we crossed the street.

"Wow, we are getting by on thirty thousand a year if we're lucky. Did I tell you about last winter by bedroom had icicles growing on the ceiling from lack of heat?" I laughed making Ken grow concerned.

We neared our way to the mall and walked inside feeling warmth rush over the both of us. It was quiet for being noon on a Monday. A couple adults wandered around not taking any notice to us. It was nice to not be stared at for once. For weeks in hospital people would see my bracelet from the ED unit and treat me like a disease they could catch.

"I'm surprised." Ken said out of nowhere.

"By what?" I asked confused.

"You're on the brink of poverty, are thankful to have a bedroom. I live in a fricken huge mansion that is brightly lit and heated, but I couldn't feel more alone. Yet both somehow here we both are. Two people from the same school on completely different sides of the spectrum. Both in the same ward of the hospital fighting for our lives back." He said striding beside me.

"I understand what you mean. I'm surprised you didn't grow up to be a brat or take things for granted." I added.

"You should meet my older sister. She's out of control and a huge pain. She always complains and takes money without asking. One morning we woke up to a little dog barking. Turns out she had bought him herself after my parents said no. Her and I are nothing alike." Ken said as we walked into a elevator.

"Sounds rough-" I said and caught my breath.

Standing on the glass window elevator I looked straight ahead to see Ethan in the elevator beside ours. Ethan's hands were clenched and a wild grin appeared on his face. Our elevator landed on the top floor and I grabbed Ken's hand dragging him at full speed in the opposite direction towards a clothing store. 

"Parker what the hell?-" He asked but I had to cut him off.

"Trust me!" I yelled.

People stared at us as we ran past. My body felt weak as I knew this could literally cost me my life. After grabbing a onto the corner of the wall I flung myself along with Ken around into the dressing room area and pushed him into one and I moved two spaces over closing the door.

I pulled out my phone and texted him, too afraid to even whisper.

"Don't say anything or leave the dressing room." I stated.

"What is going on? Who is that guy who scared you?" He asked.

"Someone who tried to kill me only two days ago." I responded.

The store went from murmurs of people talking to quiet in one second.

"Why did it go silent?" Ken asked over text.