Closer Than You Think

Escaping the Station

My eyes shot open, darting around the room wildly.

What the hell happened?!?

Slowly, groggily, I stood up. My back hurt from the hard concrete and the odd angle that I had been lying down. It wasn't like me to just collapse, even if I hadn't slept.

I shivered as my dream came back to me. Then again, it wasn't really a dream, it was a memory. But with a new revelation. God, he had been so close. Always there.

I reached up and felt a slight knot on my head. Well that explained it. Looking behind me, I saw a yellow sticky note in the dark corner.

'Sorry love, I had to leave. See you later'

I angrily balled up the note and stuffed it in my bag. Checking the clock I saw it was 7 am. Damn, we don't leave for another hour and a half. Packing up all my stuff, I walked angrily out the cold metal door, gagging at the metallic smell of blood coming from my left. I chose not to look. I ran up the stairs and after telling my situation to a nearby cop, my grandpa was on his way over.

The next few hours passed by in a blur, I won't lie.

It was interrogation after interrogation, tissue after tissue (surprisingly, most for Poppop) and lineup after lineup. Btw, the lineups never lasted more than five minutes. I'll never forget that face and I'll never mistake it for another.

Finally it was 6 o'clock (6 o'clock! 6 o'clock! 6 o'clock! 12 o'clock, midnight) and I was freaking out.

My days were a blur, my nights were a game of cat and mouse and sleep meant death. In times like this, I needed friends. Sadly I had A friend, and she wasn't big on comfort. So, 30 minutes later, she arrived at my house with Chinese food and Friday the 13th (in this situation, why the HELL would she bring Friday the 13th?!?).

"So," She said thru a mouthful of chow mein,"What're you gonna do?"

"What can I do?!? I'll be having my own personal awake-a-thon for the rest of my life!"

"No you won't," Called Poppop from the kitchen, "We'll catch him. We're getting closer!" I could tell that the lie came out easily.

"Yeah, well until you DO catch him, I'll be drinking coffee and shotgunning redbull." I turned to Jacky, "How do you stay awake with so little sleep?"

"You adapt at some point."

"You think I will?"

She chuckled, "Haha,....nope." See? Comforting.

I sighed and turned back to the movie. We were near the part of the movie where those two dumb teens do 'it'. We were just watching some girl get it when I got the strangest feeling. Not like mentally or psychologically, but like physically.

I felt this strange... vibration (I guess) in my back. Like, thru the couch. Then I heard this...ripping, like string or fabric breaking.

All of a sudden I understood. Grabbing Jacky's arm, I lunged forward landing on the coffee table. I checked over my shoulder quickly to see an arrow from my dad's days in summer camp, sticking out of out red couch where Jacky had been sitting.

"What the f-" Quickly ignoring Jacky, I leapt on top of the couch, grabbed a nearby lamp and swung it down as hard as I could, behind the couch.

A loud crack was heard.

"FUCK!" Jeff called out, scrambling towards the door, his arm bent at a weird angle. Not so smooth now I see. I hurled the lamp at him, hitting him on his right ribs. Another sickening crack was heard followed by more swearing and the coughing of blood. 'Serves him right!

Standing up, he rammed himself thru the door just as Poppop ran back into the room. He arrived just in time to see Jeff leave. He had a moment of hesitation, trying to decide if it would be better to run out the door and try and catch Jeff or stay and see if I was okay. He chose the latter. After establishing this and finding (written in the blood of the cop outside our door) 'You are so beautiful. Go to sleep.' written on the back of our couch, he turned to me grimly.

"Pack your bags. We're leaving."
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