gotham l.p.

06 Confessions

Gotham City
Caroline's Apartment
Friday Nov 13 7:00 p.m.

Caroline

My over the weekend homework was finished and so was my drawing of a vampire in my notebook. I draw when I'm bored.

I chose a vampire, the costume I wore the night Nicole disappeared- ironic?

No. All I can think about is that night, I'm bored in school and I keep having nightmares.

There was a knock on my door and I dropped my red pencil.

I approached the door slowly, then questioning, "Who is it."

"Aye girl." I heard his smirk.

I sighed and opened the door.

Not thinking, I lept into his arms. "Zayn." I breathed, he was shocked but then held me back.

In that moment the fact that someone, even if my ex, came to visit me meant the world to me.

"Nicole's gone." I cried into his shoulder, smelling Hollister cologne.

"I can help you find her?" He whispered.

I let go. What am I doing? We're broken up. He's a bad boy.

"No. Sorry. I was over-emotional," I wiped under my eye. "You can go."

"Babe I promise I can find her." He sounded truthful.

"We're not dating Zayn." I laughed quietly.

"You still love me," He tried to stifle his grin.

"Do not!" I sounded like a seven year old.

"You will when we fiiiinddd heeer," He returned the young-sounding voice.

"How do I know you're not just playing?"

"You know I'm always playing girl." He grinned again and motioned toward the door.

I crossed my arms and walked out with him. I have nothing better to do.

City Streets
Friday Nov 13 7:15 p.m.

Caroline

"Aye, what's going on?" I referred to the streets surrounding, no clean, upper or middle class people to be seen. It was dark and eerie though it was just past seven. The moon was faint but full.

"You know the date?" He said.

"No this is not a date!" I was impatient.

"That's not what I said. I said do you know the date today."

"Oh. The thirteenth."

"Friday. The thirteenth."

Now I understood. Rich people like myself are known to stay inside tonight. I've never gone out on Friday the thirteenth.

My heart raced a little as we walked through a dark alley.

"Where are we even going? What are we even doing?" I complained.

"You're scared." He said.

"No. I've seen a lot trust me." He knew I was referring to my parent's death.

"Yea well you're not the only one. I have no choice but to be on the streets tonight. You know why? Because I don't live in a fancy apartment like you. My parents are missing. They left me. At least yours loved you and left you a home. Now I live wherever I can, inside or out. And maybe if you didn't stop loving me I'd have somewhere to sleep when it's raining. Or when the streets aren't safe." His eyes were livid and angry.

I said nothing. Zayn doesn't talk much. I felt like everything I would try to say would be wrong. So we kept walking.

8:00 p.m.

Caroline

We'd been walking for almost an hour, not a word between us.

"Look familiar?" He said and I eyed where we stood.

"Should it?" I said, and a headache started. "Do you feel hot too?" I asked, fanning myself.

"You must remember this." He said.

"Well I don't." I tried to control my breathing, I felt dizzy.

Zayn

"This is exactly where you got hit by the truck on Halloween."

"How do you know?" She asked, and it's because Cat told me.

"How do you not know?"

"Sorry I forgot my exact location I was hit by a truck while trying to save my best friend." She said freshly.

"Is there anything specific you remember?" I asked. I felt bad but I needed information for Cat. She wanted to know more.

"Is this gonna help find Nicole?"

"Yes."

"Fine. I remember a guy."

"A guy." I repeated.

"Yup. He was wearing black. He pushed me out of the way. And I also know my concussion and wounds healed abnormally quick. And I don't know why."

Perfect information for Cat. "So you didn't crawl out?"

She shook her head. Interesting.

Caroline

"Where about was Nicole standing?" He asked, and I pointed a few feet ahead. My head was killing me, I still feel dizzy.

Zayn's eyes traveled to the wall directly across where we stood. He walked right up to the horrible grey paint job.

"It's no use." I said. I looked around, it was now pitch black out. "It's just a wall."

He pulled out a tiny thing and flicked the switch, a light appearing. He focused on a spot on the wall to the right. He then pulled his key ring out of his trench coat. He picked out a dull grey one and fit it into the lock I could now see. The key turned and he pushed the door open.