Soda's POV
Christmas is in a few days, and I'm excited. I know it won't be same as all my other Christmases, but it's still Christmas season! My parents won't be here, and neither will Johnny or Dally. Or Sandy either, for that matter. I can't believe she did that. I just want to know why. Why did she do this to me? Did I do something wrong? Say something wrong? Why? That's all I want to know.
The days were getting shorter and the weather's colder as well. The sun was already setting and the breeze was blowing trash through the streets. It hadn't rained much, and for that I'm grateful. I don't think I can see rain without thinking about Ana. About her in my car as the sky roared or of her running to her house for shelter and... To get away from me.
I missed her, but it took a lot of mental strength to keep my mind off of her. I think of her every time it rains, every time I hear news about the war, every time I see a little boy and girl running amuck, every time I hear that song, and every time I find myself waiting for her to walk through the DX doors so she can spend the day with me and Steve.
"Soda," I heard Steve say behind me.
"What?" I asked as I turned to face him. He knows how much I miss her, more so then I do, I think.
"Before we get a winter break, Boss says we have to do some winter cleaning in the garage," Steve explained. Our boss was great, even if I don't go to school anymore, he still lets me have a winter break like Steve.
"Gotcha," I said as we walked out to the garage.
Ana's POV
I couldn't help it. I still walk by the DX sometimes, but far enough away that no one could see me if they looked out the front window. I don't know why I did, but I do.
I thought about the news story that was buzzing through town. A madman was roaming the streets. There were cops all over town searching for the guy.
Then I felt my spine tickle. It was that feeling you get that someone's watching you. I turned around and saw a man in his twenties or so staring at me. I looked at him carefully. Do I know him? No, no I don't. Then I took another glance. There was an angry look in his eyes and he just looked plain crazy. Oh, dear. This was the man.
I looked around for the nearest phone. The nearest phone was... Inside the DX. Great. I went across the street to the station, not looking behind me to see what the patient was doing. I just kept going.
The inside of the station was empty, which I was glad for. I reached over the desk and grabbed the phone. I dialed the police's number.
"You've reached the police station, how can I help you?" Someone on the other end said.
"I think I found the madman," I said.
"Where are you sweetie? I'll send some officers to your location."
"I'm at the DX station. I saw him just outside," I said.
"Thank you, just sit tight for a while, okay?"
"Will do," I assured her. I hung up. I hope I did that right, I've never called the police before.
I heard something behind me. I turned and saw the man looking at me.
"Hi..." I said slowly."You're gonna be okay... There are people coming to help you-"
His hands closed around my neck and I coughed, or attempted to. I struggled to get free, but it made him tighten his grip. I pulled away, he pulled me back. The newspaper did say he was mentally unstable. Finally, I held up my arms and whirled around so my arms hit his. I was free!
I crashed into a spinning rack next to the counter and fell to the floor with it. I tried to sit up and catch my breath, but I've always been terrible at catching.