It starts with a name. It could be the name of a person, country, street or even city. It doesn't matter which, all that matters is that you can connect the dots. Connect the dots together and you know what has happened. It's simple. You are given a name, say of someone famous, someone asks you about them and you would be able to tell them facts about them. Say another name, but this time the name of a city. In this city something happened, someone you were looking for was there. They needed to be found. So you are asking around trying to find a name. All because you know their real name, and that name is, at this point, no longer used.
You start to lose hope. This person doesn't know who you're looking for. Then you spot someone. It's simple really: all you have to do is go get her, bring her back to where she belongs. That's your job, get the girl, take her back. It's simple really. You have been given tougher assignments. You've been shot at while on assignments before. So this one is easy. Simple. Get the girl, take her back. So you start to cross the street. She is the one you've been sent to get. She's wanted back. Yet there is a complication - just as you're about to take the step onto the road she gets company. You see the way she smiles, you know that smile. You have that smile when you look at your loved one back home. You shake your head, it doesn't matter. It is not your job to get involved. It is your job to get the girl and take her back.
So why is it that you hesitate? Why is it that your foot wavers before you take the step towards her? Why do you put your foot back on the pavement and just watch her from across the street? You see her laughing at something her companion has told her. You see her smile slip if only slightly. You see her turn her head looking around. You know that she will see you, you know that you should walk away before she spots you, go report in to your superior yet you find yourself stuck, rooted on the spot. She sees you, she is looking right at you. She is standing directly across the street from you, just staring, exactly like you are. She knows who you are, you both grew up together, so she knows why you are there looking at her. You expect her to run, hide in another city or town of an unknown name. Change her alias again. But she doesn't she just stands there staring at you waiting for what is about to come. Your move you realise.
It was always like this, her favourite game. Chess. Moving the pieces around the board keeping the most important hidden. Away from sight. You realise now that this whole time she has been playing chess with you, just on a bigger scale. All because she knows that she is the most important piece. So you mouth a word to her, you know that she knows what it is that you inadvertently told her. Then you walk away, because you know that this is coming to an end. You open your phone and dial the number you have memorised and report in. You only say two words but they mean everything in this game of cat and mouse you have been playing for the past two years.
"Found her."
Two Months Ago.
Saying the words, it sounded easy. People say them every day and the world hasn't ended yet. Why was it then that she just couldn't say them. It's not like she had never said them, it was just that she couldn't say them in school. Her family knew, so why was it such a big deal saying them to her friends, to the person she liked, maybe even more than liked? The truth of the matter was that even though she was loath to admit it she was just a little scared of the reaction she would get. It was not like she couldn't move on from their reactions, but losing her friends, her popularity, having to deal with the stares for god only knew how long, that was the point that she couldn't move on from.
So yeah, people did come out every day, people were scared but they did it because it was who they were. Going through life not being able to be open about the person that they cared about would be a bitch. So they did it. And so she had a plan, well kind of anyway, because let's face it, she wasn't the kind of girl to make plans much. She preferred her "go with the flow" philosophy. It was easier that way. Yet this time she would have a plan. She was going to finally go after the things she wanted, well the girl she wanted anyway.
It had begun a year ago when the girl transferred into McKinley. She had come from an all girls school. Nobody knew which school it was exactly, she had never said. Yet one thing was known, it had been a boarding school. That's what started it off, the rumors, the names and the slushies. It wasn't that she had started them, or even participated in any part of the bullying, it was just that she had a reputation, and it was 'said reputation', or stupid pride more like, that prevented her from stopping what was happening. It was what made her push the girl that she wanted to pull closer, away. Although she didn't mean to do any of these things, she did, and that was why now, more than ever, she needed a plan for redemption. A plan so that she could at least befriend the girl, if nothing more. Well ok, so maybe she would definitely be trying to get everything she could, but she decided that it would have to wait until Monday. Well she didn't want to seem too desperate and after all it was only two days away. She could wait that long, couldn't she?
Sighing, she rolled over onto her stomach, trying in vain to resist the urge to go to the person that had got under her skin so badly; the girl that had somehow managed to worm her way into her heart and, unknowingly, held a piece of it. It was all so annoying. Why was it that she couldn't just go to her and say what she wanted? Ok so she knew why, but it didn't mean that she had to treat her the way she had been, in the past. Why was it that she had told her to leave her the hell alone, when all that she really wanted to say was 'do you want to go out sometime?' or even 'do you want to have a coffee with me?' She knew why. She didn't like the way that the girl could make her vulnerable. That way she acted was a defence, her shield from people, so that she wouldn't get hurt. Which was the reason, she presumed, that people called her heartless, and a bitch. Well ok if she was honest she was a bitch, and well she was honest about most things. It was just the simple fact that she knew that the one girl that she wanted more than anything, well she was the one, she knew, that could break her heart and that one thought terrified her. So she ruined it. She pushed her away before she could be hurt, even before anything could happen. It was the same story each and every time - she was the one to leave, not get emotionally involved. Ok, so there wasn't anyone that she had dated in the past that she wanted to stay with. She got bored and then dumped them.
It was strange that even when she admitted to herself that she liked her, it wouldn't go away. She had tried everything she could think of in the beginning - going on dates with other people, kissing other people - nothing, none of it helped In actuality it made it worse, she admitted to herself. As now, whenever she thought of being with anyone else, it felt like she was cheating on her. It was stupid that the teen had her this worked up and they barely spoke to each other.
So she had a plan, well an idea for a plan. It was easy. Sing. People say that saying sorry is hard, well it was for her anyway, so singing it could work. She would still mean it, but it wouldn't be quite as hard as actually speaking the words in a sentence. It could work. Well she hoped it worked because if it didn't, then she would have to do it the hard way with a speech, and well she didn't want to look soft. Yes, she had a soft spot for the girl she liked, but that didn't mean that she would be nice to every tom, dick and harry.
Now she knew what she was doing, all she needed was the right song. Otherwise her whole idea was toast.