Where She Went

I need to leave...

I know, I know, that last part was a bit confusing... but I promise I have a good explanation. I wrote this book for a reason. It's my life story after all.

"The one in the Jerry costume." She said. And with that... she was dead. I looked around, panicked. I saw another kid with a Jerry costume running away from the scene. Highly suspicious.. I thought to myself. I stumbled to run and confront the kid, but by then, they were gone.
I looked over at Kayla, by then there were what seemed like millions of people swarming around the kid. Screaming, shouting. I had no idea what to do.
"M-Mia... what did she mean by... the kid in the Jerry suit. Mia. YOUR wearing a Jerry suit."
I know I shouldn't have... but I ran. I was confused. Dazed. Scared. Who was the kid in the Jerry suit? Why were they running? Did they kill her? I didn't have time to ask questions. I just ran.
I ran into my house and tried to run upstairs, but my parents stopped me.
" Mia! Honey are you okay? We heard about what happened... it's all over the news. They said that her last words were, "It was the kid in the Jerry suit."
Mia, we are worried. You were the only one there wearing a Jerry suit."
In horror I realized what they meant... they thought I killed her.
"NO, NO! Its not what you think!"
" Mia, honey... we know you didn't kill her. But we need to keep you here. The police want to question you tomorrow. You were one of the only two who witnessed it.
Their words felt comforting, but I knew they were suspicious.
"Uh, alright... I'll just... go to bed." I muttered
"Okay sweetie."
The rest of the night was spent thinking.
What had I just witnessed?
I only knew one thing. I was suspect.
And I didn't do it. All the evidence pointed to me, but it wasn't me.
It was the kid I saw running I thought to myself. I know it.
I was scared that the police might think it was me and put me in jail.
So I did what I thought was rational. I packed a bag with food, water, clothes, my phone, a journal, a radio, and the emergency pack that I found on my way out of the garage. With tears streaming down my face I left.
Running and running into the night. Nowhere to go. No idea what to do next. The cold night air washing over my face. Just running.
Running...
Running...
Running....
Away.