Owen
It was dark and cold. I could hardy see the sidewalk. I pulled out a flashlight from my backpack. It was running low on what my mom called "juice". I didn't even want to think about her. I didn't want her die and I didn't want to die. Or did I, i didn't know.
It shone though the darkness. Like a firefly in black hole. It wasn't much use but it was nothing. I considered calling the police about Trent. I thought no, not again. This had happened once before and I called the cops. They didn't care. They only gave a crap about their paychecks. The police didn't not care. It would be like they were just getting on with day, just so they could get the next and so on. Like they were waiting to die like me.
I kept walking on these quiet roads. I knew the next bus stop or at least train station was about 6 miles out town line. The city I live in is called New Port. It's small and it's about 2 miles across and 6 miles long. It was small but the people here where more patriotic for their own town then for their own football team. And that's saying something.
I didnt want to stop walking even though I was tired as hell, I ventured on. It seemed to be about 10 o'clock. As I walked I saw a dark showy figure. To say the truth I wasn't scared. If this guy or woman killed me it wouldn't be ruled a suicide and people would never find out. I didn't want people to find out that the school's Donnie Darko killed himself. I didn't want people to know I was weak, even though I was. I often laid in bed just thinking terrible things. I had no will power to do anything. It was like I was trapped. In my own mind. So I wasn't afraid. If anything killed me it wouldn't be my fault. It would be that person's fault and they would be put to justice and they would know longer do the things they did. So I walked on.
It got closer. It... it was like furry. Maybe it was part a of a weird cult thing for furries. It looked normal on top but the bottom half of whatever it was... was a goat. Now I'm not scared of anything, this was freaky, but I pulled myself forward. As I got closer o the creature it looked at me. It had evergreen eyes that reminded me of the forest.
"Owen?" The creature said "Owen!" He ran toward me and hugged me. And being the nice guy I was I didn't back away but I didn't hug him back. I thought all the way back to when I could've ever known this... this thing. I told my self it's just a dream over and over. But it was more like a nightmare. Once he pulled away he looked at me and said "You don't know me and I don't really know you but I'm here to take you to a camp. Camp half blood."
That was the camp my mom had told me about when I was younger.
"I know what you're talking about."
"Great! I'm Sammy, nice to meet you." He put out his hand to greet me. We shook hands and Sammy said "We're to camp half blood tomorrow after noon—"
"Wait why tomorrow, we're so close to—"
"Ah ah ah you didn't let me finish. We have to wait for a girl. Her name is Alexandria Jackson."
"Wait you mean Alex? The girl who saved my entire, well not entire bus?"
"Uh I think so. Why?"
"Oh nothing."
More memories went back to when me and Alex were little kids. We were best friends, until that one day.