A/N: yep, I changed the rating again. It seriously pains me to have an empty mailbox. I like, need reviews, they are like my drug. (Crazy how this story is about drug-addiction? Interesante) anyways, I'm thinking that it would be possible to keep this PG-13 to the end if I keep the language mild. For instance, ceruleanoctober writes dark, gross stories, (that are unbelievable by the way) and she keeps them PG-13. So I can too.
WARNING: this story contains heavy drug use, strong language, abuse, and sexual content that may be offensive to some readers.
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Mary leaned her head against the window and watched as the trees passed by. Her breath made puffs of white steam on the cold pane that slowly dissipated as she inhaled.
She closed her eyes and tried to forget what she was running from.
She slowly slipped into sleep.
In her dreams she was walking down a dark hallway, and she heard that awful screaming. It got louder as she reached the door at the end of the hallway. The door faded into nothing when she touched the handle. She looked inside, and everything was just like it was that night. A crowd ran in behind her and attack brad. Everything started to spin. Mary approached the bed too examine the lifeless body. Her own cold face stared back at her.
Mary jumped about a foot when a cold hand touched her shoulder, she screamed aloud.
"Oh sorry dear, are you alright?" the elderly woman asked
Mary collected herself, "yeah, yeah I'm fine . . . just a bad dream"
The woman smiled, "do you know when we're supposed to arrive?"
Mary looked at her watch, "I think around 5, so in about 10 minutes."
"Thank you dear" she said turning forward, "I'm going to see my granddaughter's ballet recital. What are you going to Manhattan for?"
Mary looked out the window, "to get away"
This was the fourth train Mary had been on since about 4am. She had packed up some stuff, and taken all the money she could find in the colonels house. Ryan had taken his dad's car and drove her to the train station. When he hugged her goodbye he said one thing to her,
"You have to get out and be something better Mary, be something better than we ever will be"
Mary stood at the train station looking at the large map behind the plastic casing on the wall. Someone tapped her shoulder, "excuse me," they said.
She turned around and there was a guy in a blue beanie holding up a crinkled map, "I'm sorry, I was completely lost in thought and I got off at the wrong stop, do you know where we are?"
"Um yeah," Mary turned back to the map, "were right here" she said putting her finger on the large red dot.
"Thanks" the guy said, then he started to turn, then he changed his mind, "hey aren't you-"
Mary interrupted him, "the girl from the missing posters? Yes. Can you take me back to my grandfather and collect a reward? No, because I am an adult an di can do whatever I want" she huffed
"Oh, I just thought you might like a place to stay, I ran away too. Well, that was a few years ago . . .but someone took me in, I thought I'd return the favor. But you obviously are fine, so uh thanks" he turned to leave
"Wait!" Mary said rather loudly, "I'd like to take you up on that place"
He smiled and held out his hand, "Jason, and you are?"
"Mary" she smiled back
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I hate transitional chapters, but they are unfortunately necessary
I like the next 4 muuch better . . .Mary's bout to get meeessed up
review pleeesee!