To Find An Escape

Part 1- Lyre: Lyre and Leech

Hey guys, full credit for this goes to PB (MorganaPendragon) and Nazz (TassjaKiryu) and the chapters will alternate between the points of view of Lyre/Aaliyah (written by TassjaKiryu) and Leech/Alice (written by MorganaPendragon).

This is a story of friendship, struggle and a search for happiness . We hope you like it and that we will be able to update as much as we can.

A/N - Nazz: I wrote this first chapter after I was sitting on a train after school and my hand reached out to the empty seat beside me. I thought of what it would be like to run away and then took those feelings and put them here*points below* I hope you like it.

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Part One - Aaliyah  (Lyre)

My hand gripped hers as we went into a tunnel and all the light in the train flashed from the florescent lights that hung on the roof. My eyes clamped shut and I tugged my hood downwards so that I couldn’t see the darkness and covered my ears so that the harsh whooshing from the train travelling at breakneck speed into pitch black nothingness couldn’t reach me.

Beside me Alice sat, her hair falling down well past her shoulders and her dark brown eyes watching everything around us curiously. I squeezed her hand gently to grab her attention.

“Leech, did we do the right thing?” I voiced my doubts quietly, trying to attract no more attention than necessary. 

“We could still go back you know,” Alice smiled weakly at me; we were both tired and upset but we both knew that if we went back now that we would never have another chance like this again.

“They wouldn’t let us slip away again,”

“True,”

The silence that followed her words brought tears to my eyes. When we had jumped on the train with just under a million dollars on hand we had been more than giddy but now after two hours of train hopping and planning we were beginning to have our doubts.

“Lyre, do you want to go back there?” Alice looked me in the eye and I choked back a tear as I shook my head.

“No,”

“Do you want to be free of everything?”

“Yes,”

“Do you know what you want to do?”

I nodded without speaking, knowing in that moment that I wasn’t going to turn back now. I couldn’t do that to myself or to Alice.

I leant my head on her shoulder as we sat there in our hats and hoodies, I thought about the people we had left behind and smiled weakly.

“What?” Alice poked my side making me jump away from her, with an apologetic smile she repeated, “What?”

“Shouldn’t we tell Sophie?”

Alice looked down at her phone, I had thrown mine away and let a train run over it and bought a new one to make sure no one could trace me, Alice said that she wanted to keep hers for a few days so that we could tell some people how we were doing and tell them we were safe.

Clicking it on she saw that she had three messages; I shook my head in exasperation when I realised they were all from the same number.

“Should I look at them?” Alice wondered out loud, I nodded seeing no harm in opening messages.

“I don’t think they can trace that,” I offered and she opened the first one, “read it out loud,” I wanted to hear what one of my best friends had to say.

“Updated chapter 18” she laughed, “damn I was hoping she would update before we left,”

I took the phone of Alice, “Leech, is Lyre answering you?” I smiled a little bit.

“Leech,” she started again, “Where are you? Why aren’t you on the walk?”

 “Do you wish that we had brought her?” I asked softly.

“No,” she said with a frown, “Well, yes,”

I laughed softly at her, “I know what you mean,” I smiled as I swished my long fringe behind my ear.

“I miss your long, blonde hair,” Alice sighed while she eyed me playing with the now choppy black and red highlighted hair.

My hair used to be long enough that it reached the middle of my back and had been dark blonde although in order to get away I had chopped most of it off with some kitchen scissors and bleached it by hand.

I smiled and ran my fingers through it, “I don’t mind it too much,” Looking at Alice seriously I added, “It took me over a year to convince them that I wouldn’t ever cut my hair again,”

 She laughed back at me; I had once cut my hair really short and had hated it to begin with but I secretly learned to like it and when we started planning I started to stop cutting it off. This way they wouldn’t think that I was going to have short hair and it gave Leech and I a bit more freedom while the chase was on.

 I looked down at my outfit, my black no name brand hoodie seemed to melt away into my black skinny jeans. Alice was dressed in a similar way, her dark blue jeans and hoodie helped us to not stand out in the crowd which was just what we needed.

Granted, our brightly coloured hair didn’t help us to blend in, but it was better than having our natural hair colour. Alice had gone with a striking violet to go with her already black hair; it went well with her darker skin tone and my snowy whte hair with light blue streaks running through it helped us to look like we were some random Scene or Emo kids. 

The train slammed to a stop and Alice and I looked at each other. Train hopping was a complicated thing and one wrong stop and you can find yourself stranded for hours at a time.

“Let’s go!” I jumped up.

 Looking out the window I realised that the sun was starting to set behind the horizon. We had to find a hotel or something before it was too dark and some creep tried to pick us up. Alice had the same idea as she grabbed my hand and towed me towards the door.

With a loud clunk the doors opened and we walked out into the fresh air, I looked around quickly and sighed with relief that we had picked a station where there wasn’t too many people crowding around but that there was still lots of houses and shops open.

“Where to Lyre?” Alice looked a bit scared and I shared the feeling. Neither of us was certain of where we were and it was making us more than a little uncomfortable.

“Dinner?” I asked as I scanned my ticket letting me out into the streets. We had heaps of money on us and a little bit more in a bank account under a cover name but I knew that we couldn’t waste this money.

“Sure,” she nodded and scanned up and down the street, “how about there?”

She was pointing at the Pancake Parlour, I gave her a confused look and realised that she wasn’t really paying much attention to what she was pointing at.

“You hate the Pancake Parlour Leech...” I said pointedly, “There’s a Maccas though,”

She nodded and we hastily walked up to the takeaway restaurant and ordered out meals to go and as soon as they were ready we threw some money at the bored looking cashier and strolled down the street in search of a place to stay the night.