When Patty Runs Away

Chapter 3: Patty's Point of View

     I ran away as fast as I could. Trying to get as far away from Death City as possible. I darted around people, blinded by my tears. Why would she say that to me? What did I do? Does she hate me? Thoughts swarmed my head. I ran into a dark alley, and bumped into something soft. "Watch where yer goin, punk!" I had ran into a man. He was huge. He was wearing a muscle shirt, showing his muscular arms. He had a knife in one of his hands.

     "S-sorry, I wasn't paying attention," I said, backing away. "You aren't goin anywhere!" He grabbed my hair and held the knife to my throat. "NO, LET ME GO!" I screamed as loud as I could, squirming to get out of his grip. "Why would I let you go?" He was holding onto my hair very tightly, pulling it. I tried to pry the knife away from my neck, but I wasn't strong enough. Come on, Patty! How am I going to get out of this? I pulled my foot up and kicked him in the knee. "OW, YOU LITTLE BRAT!" He let go of me and reached for his knee. I kicked his face and ran.

    "GET BACK HERE, OR I'LL KILL YOU!" I ran as fast as I could. I pushed people out of the way, and knocked over anything in my way. He was chasing me! If he catches me, I'm dead! I'm smaller than him, so I can move faster and dodge things better than he can. I ran, hearing him yelling behind me. I ran from street to street, until I couldn't hear him anymore. I still kept running, because I wanted to make sure he was gone. I knocked somebody over, so I stopped. I had knocked all of his papers and books onto the ground. He was kneeling to pick them up. "Sorry! I'll help you!" If this guy is like that last brute, maybe helping him will change his mind about killing me.
      He looked up at me. "Thanks!" He said. He was very skinny, with mousy brown hair. He was wearing wire-rimmed glasses over his brown eyes. He didn't look like a thug, so I knelt down next to him to help pick up his stuff. "So, where were you off to in such a hurry" He said, smiling. I didn't respond, not knowing what to say. If my sister wasn't being such a jerk, this never would've happened! Tear started to drip out of my eyes. They landed on some of his papers. "H-hey! Are you alright?" he asked, worried. "I… I just lost the only home I've ever known!" I cried. Great. Now I made him feel bad for me. Why did I do that? "Oh. Don't worry! You can stay with me and my roommate! Our house is big enough for another person!" What should I say? "I-It's fine. You don't have to do that." "Nonsense! I insist!" I guess I have no choice. "Thank you. I'll stay at your place. Not for too long, though."Stay as long as you like!" He replied.

      After we picked up his belongings, we headed for his house. As soon as I saw it, I gasped.