I sat in the same place for what I assume was hours. Eventually the shaking in my hands had consumed the rest of my body and now not only was I shaking due to shock but also the cold. It was cold, freezing actually. A frosty fog wrapped around me with each icy breath I took. My legs felt as if they wouldn't be able to take my weight if I tried to stand and the pounding in my head was almost unbearable. Were they looking for me? Of course they were, I'd just killed someone. I shivered. I'm a murderer, no matter what occurs from now on nothing is going to change what I'd just done. I barely remember doing it; it was like I was in a trance... Maybe I was. It felt like my body was being compelled to do such a crime, like my body was working against my mind. I didn't want to do it but I couldn't seem to help it. Whoever came up with the whole 'Mind over matter' concept is wrong, so very wrong.

Light footsteps broke me out of my self-pity.

'The cops' was my instant thought. But as the footsteps got closer I could hear a low hum of a voice, a female's voice.

I popped my head around the corner and caught sight of a girl. She was facing away from me so all I could see was that she had wavy dark hair that reached halfway down her back. She was petite and wore denim jeans and a dirtied green t-shirt.

"Jenna, get your butt out here now." She spoke in a strong yet feminine voice, into the small hole between the planks of fallen wood from what looked like used to be seats from the wreckage.

The girl reached her arm into the hole, her back still to me.

I cleared my throat.

The girl jumped and turned towards me shock and fear evident on her face. I gasped; her eyes were beautiful, icy blue.

If looks could kill.

I couldn't help but notice how pale and washed out she looked. Her face softened when she saw me as if she was expecting me to be somebody else.

"Um, if you don't mind me asking, what are you doing? And who is Jenna and why is she in such a small hole?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"My cat," She said, "She crawled in there, I can't reach her."

I smiled and walked toward the hole. I peered inside and sure enough a small black kitten sat in there. It tilted its head sideways and blinked up at me.

I reached in and the cat instantly clung to my hand, claws digging into my skin.

"Ouch" I hissed pulling Jenna out and placing her on the floor.

The girl instantly picked he kitten up. Jenna purred and licked the girls arm.

"Let me see your hand," She spoke putting Jenna in her bag with only its furry little head poking out, "I better clean it up so you don't catch an infection."

Before I could reply she grabbed my good hand and led me to sit down infront of her taking my cat clawed hand and putting it in her lap. I shivered as her hand touched mine.

"What's your name?" I asked, "I know your cats name but you're yet to tell me yours."

"Tori."

"Tori," I repeated, "I'm Jack."