I was running out of the airby the time I got to the police station.Get away, have to get away.
They all gave me worried looks as I approached the desk. They probably thought I was homeless or something. Not that they would be wrong at this point, as I was too afraid to go back anyway.
"Sir?" I ask the man at the desk. He looked trustworthy enough. I still couldn't be too careful though.
"Yes, child?" He gave me a concerned look.
"I'm scared. The bad man killed my mommy. She told me to run. She told me to get help, "I say tears pouring out of my sea-green eyes.
"What's your name, child?"
"Percy Jackson." My voice is small and weak and unsure. Just like I am. The man nods and leads me to a back room.
There was a leather couch and toys scattered all over the floor. The walls were a baby blue color and the carpet was a soft white. The man, then, knelt down on one knee in front of me.
"Do you think you'll be okay in here? Do you want anything to eat or drink? Or a pillow and blanket?" he asks from the door.
I nod."Just a blanket, Sir, "I say quietly. He nods and leaves. He comes back a few minutes later with a pillow and a blanket that he hands to me.
"We got a code 73, 39, and 46. Kid's in the safe room. I need an address on Jackson, "The man says as he leaves, closing the door behind him.
I pick up a teddy bear, stare at it for a few seconds and wondering if I should. I eventually reach a decisionand lay down on the soft couch, the memories of my mother's death still haunting me.
I fall asleep quickly, not noticing a pair of sea-green eyes just like my own watching over me.
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