What if?

What if I've lost my feelings?

My house. Almost in slow motion was burning down to the ground.

What has he done? My house! My life! It's completely vanished, as if I had never existed. I am gone. Forever. This guy just had to ruin the only place I've ever felt remotely save. The closest thing I've ever had to hope. I'll kill him. I will kill him. I need to call my mum. My phones on there.

Even if I was terrified of what may have lurked downstairs, and even if the place was a little old fashioned and creepy - it's my life an I will kill him.

I knelt on the deserted dark road, screaming.

"Sorry kid. Just follow me. You have lots to learn. First thing- do what I say because I'm your friend and," he paused taking in a deep breath, "you just do. Ok?" The mystery man held out a hand. I didn't take it. I don't wan to touch him.

"I'm Ivy," I put brushed off my gravelly hands and stood opposite him. As soon as I did, he turned and began storming off into the distance.

I noticed a pain in his eyes when I said Ivy. What, too original? And I'm not following him. Nope. Never. Not one bit. Not in a million years.

"Bambi!" He yelled in his strong deep voice.

What's up with this bambi thing? I bet its an insult.

Wait. I have no where to go.

"Coming!" I shouted back, but I didn't move. The whole world around me stopped, all the houses around were empty just like my heart. My parents don't even know what happened let alone I'm gone.

I can't leave with a stranger. What am I thinking? That's too close to a Disney move.

"Hurry up!" He turned back to me, his stern glare hitting me.

"Wait. Who are you? What's happening? Where are my parents? Why am I coming with you?"

All these questions spun around in my head but none of them were answered, I just got a back to the face.

"Flint."

'Oh nice to meet you, I love your hair'

'Why thank you your menacing look scares me'

'Yeah I practice in the mirror twice a day, good for being vain you see'

"I can hear you bambi."

"Okay then, sure you do," I jogged to catch up with him, "Answers."

"Fine. But wait."

"For what?" I questioned.

I can't believe I'm doing this. But the worst part is it feels right, like when I'm around him I have some sort of adrenaline boost or something, it's cool to be honest. But why he blew up my house and I've already got over it? I have no idea how this is happening. I cried over a Christmas advert less than five hours ago and now I ditch my life and not even feel bad, what's going on? I hate him but I'm coming with him.

"Do I have to explain everything? Okay. Just walk. Don't talk." Flint pulled his dark hood further over his face as I dropped my blanket and left it on the ground.

What if I've lost my feelings?