I fell to the ground, clutching my head, tears escaping my eyes. I had no clue what the hell was happening to me. It felt like there was a balloon being blown up inside my head and it was about to explode.

I could hear footsteps coming towards me, at I very fast pace but I was to delirious from the pain to care. At this point, I was curled in a ball with my cheek to the ground.

"Hey!" I heard a guy shout. I'm guessing the one who was throwing away the trash. Just my luck that this guy happened to be taking out the trash when this happened to me.

The next thing I know there are hands grasping my shoulders, lifting me up.

"Hey! Are you okay?" He kneels to sit in front of me, "Shit, your nose is bleeding."

The last word I heard him say was "Hey"

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TICK. TOCK. TICK. TOCK.

This is the only thing I hear. No voices. Not. A. Single. One. I've been lying here for about a half hour now. Afraid that if I move they all might come back. But then again, who knows what made them go away in the first place.

Then it all comes rushing back to me. The alley, the pain, the boy. Since I woke up, the only the I've focused on was the silence. What I was laying on was comfortable so I couldn't be in the alley. So where the hell was I.

I bolt upright. It takes a while for my eyes to adjust and when they finally do I know why. Everything in the room is white. From the walls to the carpet. I'm filled with fear when I first think it's a hospital. If I'm in a hospital then that means I'd have to go back in the system. And that's the whole reason I ran away in the first place.

But then I notice I'm on a couch. In someones living room? There's a gigantic TV in the diagonal corner and a glass coffee table in front of me with nothing on it. Theres also a very nice looking door on the other side of the room. When I stand up, I notice a blood red blanket that must have been covering me up on the floor. I look behind me and notice that not all the walls are white. The one behind the couch is the same red as the blanket.

And that's when the smell hits me. The delicious smell of bacon coming from down the hallway. I didn't even realize I was hungry until i smelt that. It also makes me realize that I need to get out of here since it seems someone is awake.

Just as I take two steps towards the door I hear footsteps coming down the hallway and I know I won't make it out before the person comes in the room.

The guy from the alley walks in, holding a plate of bacon and what looks like a pancake.

"Hey," he says, and I watch his face fall as he takes in my position in the center of the room facing the door. I didn't notice in the alley how gorgeous he was. He had hair that looked like he just rolled out of bed, yet somehow it looked good on him. And his eyes were the deepest green I had ever seen, "I was hoping we could talk. About last night?"

I stood still, not moving towards him. I had no clue who this guy is! He could be a murderer for all I knew. And he brought me to his apartment? Any normal person would have just left me there or taken me to the hospital. Not to their home! And to be honest, even though he is gorgeous, I don't really want company right now. I just want to appreciate the silence in my head.

"C'mon. I promise I won't hurt you. I would have done that already if I'd planned too."

I still hesitate.

"And I made food," he says, smiling slightly, "Well, tried to anyway. I don't normally have anyone to cook for so try at your own risk."

And those words are enough to get me to walk towards him.