I don't think I'll be doing much in the Authors Note department, but I'll try to write a little something every new chapter. Just like this.
If you were wondering, I did make it outside of that horror house and currently I was on the streets of Central City. Not much has changed from what I've seen and the only thing I've found surprising is the care the people of this city have for my beaten and battered look. Which is zero care at all. I mean why is no one at all concerned about my condition and why isn't anybody asking if I'm okay are not. Come on people show a little compassion.
Wandering through the city to find the police department was a lot harder than I thought. I would think I'd know my way around here, but apparently not and every time someone brushed against me I'd panic which would cause me to flinch away and lose track of where I am. Its only happened, I don't know, a few dozen times. At this very moment I've buried myself in the corner of a bench, trying to keep my tears a bay.
With no one really caring or paying attention, my stress has decide to reach new heights and it won't let me down. At the brink of tears I don't notice someone stop in front of me. It isn't until I feel a light touch on my shoulder do I finally look up. In front of me is a man, a young man by the looks of it. He had wind swept hair and hazel eyes, and from what I could tell he also had concern written across his face. I'm to busy studying him to really comprehend what he's saying, but when I do his words bring some relief.
"Hey, are you okay? Do you need any help?"
Nodding my head I reply with my unused voice. "Please help me, I'm trying to find the police."
"I am the police...well sort of. My names Barry, can you tell me whats wrong."
At first I'm hesitant to talk to him, but then I look into his eyes and all I can see is honest concern, so I tell him. I tell him about the night I was taken and about how this man kept me for who knows how long and I tell him about how I escaped, but I try to avoid the "going through things" part. I don't want to sound crazier than I already do.
The man, Barry who is now sitting next to me, takes in my words silently. When I finish my story, multiple emotions seem to cross his face and it's hard to identify them. Besides of course horror. He thinks for a moment and something seems to occur to him, because his face clears up for a sudden like a light went on in his head.
He turns to completely face me and he asks a question. One question that might seem meaningless to anybody else, but me.
"Are you Jilladence Fane? The girl who's been missing for a year and a half?"
"I was there for a year and a half?! What the hell were you people doing?!"
"Well, I was in a coma for 9 months of that, so I couldn't do much then. But from what I remember there wasn't much to go on and I know that's not an excuse, but that's all I have. Now why don't I take you to the hospital and they can check you over. Is that okay?"
"Whatever. I won't be much help getting there though. I don't think my legs will hold me."
Barry nods and contemplates to himself, and than all of a sudden he's in front of me with his back facing me.
"What are you doing?"
Looking back he says, "What do you think? I'm giving you a piggy back ride. It'll be faster!"
"Or you know, you could call for an ambulance. I'm pretty sure they'd beat you there."
"Sure they would." He says with a roll of his eyes, as if that was a total miscalculation.
After a few more un-success attempts he finally gives up and sits back down next to me. Taking out his phone it seems he's finally taking my advice. Which is good, because even though I haven't ate much in the last year, I doubt I'd be any lighter than I looked.
There silence between us, but it's not awkward. It was nice being able to just listen to the city function around you. especially in the morning when every bodies moving about, leaving for work and beginning their day. Out in the distant I hear sirens, and I know the ambulance is about to round the corner.
"Told ya, the ambulance would be faster." I say mockingly to Barry.
With another eye roll, Barry slaps his hands onto his thighs and he pushes himself up from the bench. Thinking he was going to leave I close my eyes and lean my head back, but I'm surprised when I feel him instead take my hand and gently start to pull me up.
My eyes now back on him I ask him what he's doing.
"I'm going to go with you to the hospital, to make sure they take care of you. Is that a problem."
Totally confused, I just shake my head and let him pull me up the rest of the way. The ambulance is now driving in our direction when I'm suddenly hit with drowsiness. I guess that adrenaline rush as finally gone down. Leaning most of my weight against my helpful stranger, I allow myself to finally feel safe and I close my eyes again.
"Thank you for helping me. I didn't think anyone would."
"I'm always there to help, don't worry."
I let those words repeat in my head and we wait once again in silence for the ambulance to reach us.
Welp, there's chapter two and I just want you all to know this isn't a Barry OC romance. Thanks for reading ya'll.
