Runaway
chapter 12
"You almost ready?" I ask, knocking on the door. He suddenly opens it, making me fall over. "What took so long?" Was he cutting again...? He looks down at the ground and doesn't say a word. I nearly leave without my backpack, so I rush in to get it real quick.
The pictures are on the table beside the bed. I grab them and stuff them in my pocket.
"Are you going to be okay?" I ask when I catch up with Riku again, "Riku...?"
"Just shut up!" He nearly shouts, then tries to hide from the looks people are giving us.
"Sorry." We walk out and don't say anything. Riku throws the bottle of pills behind him carelessly muttering something about "stupid doctors." I pick it up and shove it in my backpack.
"Riku?" He looks...weird. "What's wrong?"
Sirens. Oh, this is getting ridiculous.
The cars are pulling up. Lots of them.
God no.
Riku's expressionless and we're SURROUNDED. Of course. The day I'm not worried... The day Riku has to go to the hospital... The police are stepping out of their cars and there's no where to run.
This is terrible.
My heart's racing and my head is pounding. What are we going to do? I don't want to get arrested. But it's not like we have a choice! What now!
"Riku..." I mutter. But it's too late now. They search through our things while we're locked up in a police car. I'm not going to cry, and I'm not going to freak out. I have to be strong...
Riku looks like he's going to pass out. His eyes are closed and I think he's hyperventilating. His face is pressed against the window. Poor Riku.
"You know, things are going to be okay." I say softly. He shakes his head once, slowly. I'm more concerned about comforting Riku than anything else right now. I need to be mature for him.
"Come on, we'll get out of this. We always do." He glances at me and I smile. "Sure!" My voice is shaking. "We can get through this. Trust me."
Oh shit.
The car is starting. ...That's all... God, that freaked me out. I reach over to Riku and stroke his face with the back of my hand. "I'm scared too." I say quietly.
"I'm not scared."
Yes you are. Quit lying about it.
"It's okay to be scared."
"I'm not."
"I mean, you're only human..."
"I'm...not...scared."
"Fine, you're not scared."
"Quit it." He sounds like he's going to have a breakdown. My stomach is lurching and I feel like I'm going to throw up. Riku looks like he already has. I stroke his hair softly and he doesn't protest.
That scares me.
The rest of the ride is completely silent.
It's maybe ten minutes later, and we're at the police station. They make us give them our shoelaces and watches, but for some reason let us have our stuff. Maybe that's because they already looked through it. I don't know. As they lead us to a jail cell Riku trips and shouts out in pain. He limps the rest of the way.
They lock us in an empty jail cell and I have to keep myself from freaking out. Deep breaths. Deep breaths.
"Riku?" I ask "You okay?" I don't expect him to answer and he doesn't. "What's wrong with your foot?" He looks up at me and I sit next to him. He takes off his shoe and he's been bleeding. There's this big, deep cut on his foot. He reaches out of his shoes and pulls out a knife. Oh God.
"You...you didn't do that on purpose..." It sounds like I was commanding him. "Did you?" He shakes his head. Okay...okay... that's good. "Then we should get that cleaned up, huh?"
"I'll do it myself." Riku chokes out. He does. One of the policemen comes up.
"I'll need your phone numbers to tell your parents you're safe, and where you are."
Riku looks like hell.
"We can't call my mom!" I protest. "Why do you think I'm running AWAY from her! And Riku-- you can't make him have to go back, please, we didn't do anything wrong! We just--" He sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. "I need the number. Sora, right?" I nod miserably. I give up. I give up.
I give him the number and he nods to make the phone call.
I can't be strong.
I can't be mature.
I can't do this anymore.
"Riku," I ask, panicked. "What do we do now? What do we do now!" The man comes back and asks for Riku. He doesn't say a word. "I need the number." Still says nothing. "Now listen--"
Riku reaches an all-time low. He gives them the number.
I can't believe it. He sounds so miserable. He could have just sat there not saying anything! Why did he do that!
"Riku?" God no. I think he's gonna cry.
...He doesn't though...We overhear one of the policemen talking on the phone.
"Hello. Yes...yes...we've found him. Sora's fine. Okay. So you'll be here soon? Alright. Goodbye."
And a few moments later: "...Hello?
Yes, I'm calling from a police station near.." He says some names I can't understand, so I get up closer to the bars to hear.
"It's about your son, Riku." There's a short pause. "Yes, he's here. What's that?" A longer pause. "Yes but-- Yes sir, I understand that. No, we will keep him here until you-- Oh. I--I understand. Good day to you too." He hangs up.
"What'd he say?" Asks a different guy.
"He said he ran away on his own and he can just come back on his own, too." He sighs.
"Oh man."
"Yeah. He said if the kid wanted to leave so bad, he didn't care. Disowned the kid."
I look back at Riku, his head buried in his arms. Maybe he didn't hear.
Who am I kidding? He heard the whole thing. I walk over to him, and kneel down next to him.
"Hey Riku..." I push his hair behind his ear. "Just ignore that. I like having you around. I like you a lot.""Just. Go. Away." He says shaking in anger. "Just. Fucking. Go. Away."
"Riku..."
"I don't care about what you think. I just want you to shut up and quit talking to me."
I am making everything worse. Now I want to cry.
I bet my mom'll come soon. Good Lord. Riku's to angry for me to tell him how I feel so if my mom takes me home then he'll never know and I will never see him again.
Man.
"Riku, I don't want to go." I don't care how childish I sound right now. "I'd rather stay here." Riku sighs and collects himself, just like that.
"We're getting out of here." He says.
"How?" He takes his knife and holds it to my throat.
OhmyGod. What the hell...?
"This is how."
Nice change of pace: Riku gone mad! Yeah...I think it's kind of short. Just like... well, i can't think of anything funny to say. :P I'm not funny.
I drew some Runaway pictures. Methinks I need to get them on my computer soon.