When, an eternity later, it stopped, I focused dizzily, and rinsed my mouth out, then collected the blood back into myself. Since I had left, my attacks/spasms had gotten more frequent, and lasted longer, but I didn't care. The attacks were better than "just one more experiment."
After I ran, I used my uncle's account number to take, oh, about $1000.00. He could afford it, and he definitely deserved it. The first thing I did was find a close-mouthed doctor to remove the "additions". Then I left so that if he were discovered, he wouldn't know anything more than was necessary.
I was walking down a strip mall when I saw the T.V. bulletin. It was spreading my face over all New York. A policeman stopped me and I pretended to be upset with all these people who kept stopping me because I looked like the girl on T.V. He apologized, and I disappeared.
To make a long story short, I enrolled in the local high school, hoping to disappear into the faceless teenage mass. Obviously, I had failed. Now that he had found me, I had to run again. I went to the office, checked out sick, then got on my 'cycle. Suddenly, from out of nowhere Tom came running up to me. "Ari! Where are you going?" "I'm sorry, Tom. It's time. I have to go." He seized my arm. "NO! You can't leave me!"
I kissed him one last time, and gently shook myself loose. "Goodbye, Tom. I'm sorry." "I LOVE YOU!" He screamed at my receding back. I ignored him. It was better this way. He could find a girl who could really love him, and not be looking over her shoulder all the time. I flipped my signal and headed for the highway. I drove, and drove, until I was nearly out of gas.
Songbird. That was what they called me back there. I am Aria Lovella. You know, Aria? As in, a musical composition? Hence, the nickname: Songbird. I filled up at a hick gas station and continued running.