Disclamier- Dont own the outsiders. you know the deal. I also dont own "Secrets Dont Make Friends" by From First To Last. (great band. you should listen to them when u get the chance)
You were always my enemy and carefully crafted my demise
Our hearts beat strong under fictitious skies
You were always my enemy,you sucked the life out of me
Your words are deadly weapons
Killing me, destroying me
Your words are deadly weapons
Scatter my brains across the wall
- "Secrets Don't Make Friends" From First to Last-
The next morning Valerie woke up at 8. The house was quite and she found it a little odd. Usually her aunt was up making breakfast and listening to the radio or watching tv. She walked downstairs and into her blue painted kitchen hoping to find a note or something. There was none. The kitchen was clean and untouched.
Starting to panic a little, she ran up the stairs and to her aunts room. When she reached her aunts room she found the door shut. She knocked once but there was no answer. She knocked again, this time a little longer and harder. When she still received no answer she opened the door and walked in. Her heart suddenly dropped to her stomach and she had the sickening sensation that she was about to throw up. Time seemed to stand still as her eyes slowly skimmed the room. It was a mess. All the pictures and make-up that had once sat on her aunts brown furnished dresser were now scattered about and broken on the glossy wood floor. There were a few places on the spotless light green walls that had dents in them, almost as if someone had punched the wall. The lamp that had sat on her aunts nightstand was hanging off the edge of it by the cord. The clean white sheets of her aunts queen sized bed were twisted together and Valerie could have sworn that she saw a few little red spots on them. It was only after the numb feeling in her body had vanished that she noticed a cool breeze pass by her and that the window on the other side of her aunts bedroom was open.
'Where is she?" were the only words she could think of. 'Where is she? Where is she? Where is my aunt?' The words played over and over again in her head like a broken record. She let out a loud anguished sigh and felt the room start to spin. Her legs turned to jell-o and she quickly lunged for her aunts bed to keep balance.
'Something's wrong. Something happened. I'm in trouble. I have to leave. I have to call the police. I have to find my aunt' Millions of thoughts raced through her head and jumbled up into a complete mess. She looked over towards the nightstand that was next to the bed and saw the all to familiar black telephone. She knew what she had to do. Shakily she picked up the receiver.
Beep, beep, beep was the sound that echoed through the house as she dialed 911.
"Hello, you've reached 911, please state your name and situation" said a women's voice.
"My name is Valerie Parker and I'd like to report a break in and a missing person."
"Ok, what is the name of the person, how long have they been missing ands where do you live"
"Lilly Parker, since last night and my address is 254 N. Hunter Street"
"Ok, well send the police over right away. Would you like me to stay on the line with you until they get there?"
"No, I'll be fine" Valerie said, attempting to sound reassuring, not only for the women on the other line, but for herself too.
"Ok" the women said and Valerie hung up. She sat on the bed for a moment and looked around the room. She knew what she had to do.
Running into her room, she grabbed a red and black backpack that sat behind her door. Quickly she started grabbing all of her clothes and possessions and shoving them into the bag. Next she got dressed. She put on a faded blue jean skirt, and black tank top that had three hearts on it and said "Heartbreaker". She put on black boots and a black choker with a heart on it. She took one last look and the purple poster covered walls of her room before putting on her red half jean jacket, grabbing her backpack and bolting down the stairs. She was running away. And she knew exactly where to go.
The sounds of police sirens could be heard in the distance as Valerie ran towards her front door. Grabbing the cold brass knob, she swiftly opened the door and ran out. She was going to the train station located 15 minutes from her house. Once she reached the train station everything would be fine. She was leaving. Leaving the place that had been her home for so many months. Leaving the place where she lived her fake life. She was going back to where she had friends who had known her for such a short time, yet loved her. Back to where all her problems started. Back to pick up the pieces of her life that had so quickly shattered so many months ago.
When she had finally reached the train station, she walked up to the ticket booth and said
"One ticket to Tulsa, Oklahoma please."
ok, so 2 chaps in one night. your very lucky. please review. it will make me very happy. oh, and i might not be able to update till the beggining of Feb because i have midterms in 2 weeks and i have to study. Also, my story Whatever You Do Dont Scream, might not be updated till then either.
xoxoxo