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Posted on 2/3/15

Something Missing

Chapter 1

I slowly struggle to open my eyes as I hear the wailing of sirens in the distance. It takes me a while to register the sun casting an eerie glow over the deserted alleyway. Somehow I just know that it's eleven thirteen in the morning. I groan and start to roll over until I bang my head on the brick wall right next to me. Letting out a string of words that would make even a sailor blush, I slowly get to my feet. My life wasn't always like this, but after that night, I had no choice. It was either stay and let them kill the people I love or say goodbye and know that they are still safe.

I didn't leave behind a lot, just old stories and memories of the woman who raised me.

My aunt Abby was the only family I had left. My dad died went MIA two months before my fourth birthday. My mom was always too busy trying to find him to care about a four year old reminder at home. After my dad went missing everyone left me except for one person… Abby. When I was nine, Abby decided that I was finally old enough to understand why my parents were gone. She told me everything; she told me about the Circle of Cavan, she told me about Gallagher, Blackthorne, everything. That's why when the time came it was so hard to leave.

Two years later I ran away. We had just found out that the Circle had wanted me and they would stop at nothing to get it. They would kill Abby, and I could not let that happen.

*Flashback*

"Abby?" I begin as I look out the window at all the men in suits who surround our house.

"Yeah Squirt?" She asks as she sits up on the couch to look at me.

"Why are all those men here?" I ask her; as soon as I do I see a flash of worry cross her face.

"They're here to protect us from the Circle Cammie. They will do anything, hurt anyone, if it meant they could get to you," she says as she makes her way over to me. When she gets to me she cups my cheeks and looks me in the eyes as she says, "No matter what, Cammie, I won't let anything happen to you. If they want you, then they're gonna have to go through me." With that she pulls me close and holds me tight, thinking that she squashed my worries, when in actuality she unknowingly made them worse.

It was in that moment I made my decision. I wasn't going to let anyone, and I mean anyone hurt the only real family I had left. So that night when she came up to tuck me in, I asked her for an extra long bedtime story, just so I would have that one long moment to old onto when I was gone.

I prolonged our 'goodnight' ritual, because I knew it was actually goodbye. After she closed my door I ran to my little dresser and wrote a goodbye note, telling her that I loved her and that I hope I would see her again someday. Then when I heard her cleaning dishes in the kitchen, I crawled out y window and made my escape.

*End Flashback*

I have been surviving on the streets ever since. I used all of the tings that she taught me and I learned to blend in with the crowd; I learned to disappear, which really comes in handy when a cop sees you stealing food and you have to avoid getting caught. I slowly started to pan out my day as I watched people walk right past my alley without so much as even a glance at me. It was like I was a Chameleon; I blend in with the background.

It took me I while to register all of the other noises that seem too come with a big city. I always seemed to tune out the noises when I wasn't willing to actually wake up. I never stay anywhere longer than a month, but with New York I was willing to make an exception, not to mention this was the fifth time I've been to New York. It was just so easy to blend in here.

I know it's kind of hard to believe but I've been on the run for over five years now. And in case you're wondering, yes Abby knows that I'm still alive, every time I find some place new I send her a postcard from the last city I had been in. She's heard from me I just haven't heard from her… in five years. That can be really depressing for anyone, now try someone who has absolutely no one else. Not a pretty picture if I do say so myself.

I stand up and stretch and begin to make my way towards Central Park, it was my favorite place in New York, it was beautiful there, and not to mention it was super easy to blend in. I was strolling through the park when I bumped into something, or rather someone who was obviously running away from something. With one look at the tiny little girl who was on the floor before me I knew that she was going through what I was.

She was a tiny girl, with dirty blond hair, and piercing blue eyes, she was wearing nothing but rags, and she reminded me of myself when I was younger. The only difference was that this little girl looked terrified. As soon as I help her up and check to see if she's okay, she jumps up, grabs my hand, and says one word.

"Run!" And with that I was off with a freaking five year old dragging me through Central Park. There was nothing I could really do except follow her.

And that's the end of my first chapter! Please let me know if you like it and if I should continue! Thanks so much!