So…I haven't been getting very many reviews. I'm not trying to beg and look pathetic or anything, but please tell your friends/other people about my fanfiction! I'd love it if more people would read this, because otherwise I have no reason to continue writing and posting after the 6th or 7th chapter (since I've already written all the chapters up until then). Please and thank you :) R&R please!


CHAPTER 3

{NICK LUCAS POV}

Carelessly tossing articles of clothing into my black backpack, I walk over to it and realize two things. First, throwing things randomly into a backpack and attempting to zip it does not work like it does in the movies. Second, leaving behind everything I know and love won't solve all my problems.

But it will solve most of them.

After somehow managing to stuff the mound of clothes and other essentials into my small backpack—I still don't see how it worked—I slung one strap over my right shoulder, searching the room with my eyes to make sure I didn't forget anything. One I was satisfied, I jogged down the stairs and to the front door. My hand was on the doorknob when I heard something.

A dog barking.

My heart stopped beating for a second, and suddenly I couldn't leave. I just couldn't bear to leave Elvis behind—I love him more than anything, and we need each other. Besides, just think of what Joe might do to him if I wasn't here. He's so unreliable and untrustworthy.

I quietly opened and closed the front door, even though no one else is home. I dart around the back of the house and open the gate, to find Elvis running around in frenzied clockwise circles on the grass.

"Elvis? What are you doing, boy?" I ask, knowing he can't answer me, but still wondering.

He continued his pattern, only this time went counterclockwise. What the hell is up with him?

Walking closer, I put my hands down and clap them a few times, trying to get his attention. "Elvis…Elvis, what's wrong, boy? Stop—Elvis, come here. Come. ELVIS COME!" I didn't want to yell, but it turned out to be the only thing that made him stop.

But he didn't come. He just stood in the center of his uneven circles, staring at me; staring like he didn't recognize my face. His eyes were glassy, he was drooling, and—

His eyes rolled back into his sockets. All the way; unnaturally.

"Oh God. Oh God, Elvis! Elvis stop it, stop doing that! Elvis, come back. Can you hear me?" Attempting frantically to snap him out of whatever state he was in, I ran over to him, lightly hitting his body, shaking his head from side to side; I tried everything. Finally, when I pulled on his ear, his eyes returned.

And he bit me.

{LUCY LOU POV}

--"I love you," he said.

"Really?" I bit my bottom lip.

"Yup, only you."

"Only me…ever?"

"Only you ever."

I smiled, and a girly giggle escaped my lips uncontrollably. I covered my mouth, looking down at my feet and then back up, expecting his smile.

--"Do you know what happens when you assume? It makes an ass out of you and me."

"But…but…I didn't…I didn't do anything!"

"Yes, you did."

"What did I do?"

"You don't remember? Surely you'd remember doing something so inhumane."

"What?"

"This is exactly what I assumed you'd do…"

(What you "assumed" I'd do?)

"Don't assumptions make an ass out of you and me?"

"Only when you're the one making the assumptions, dear."

--Darkness. Pitch black darkness. I can't even see my own hand in front of my face. I'm sitting on hard concrete, also leaning against rougher concrete. I know there are bars—somewhere—disconnecting me from the world. Disconnecting me from everything and everyone—

(HELP!)

Wait.

(HELP!)

What's that?

(PLEASE, ANYBODY, SAVE ME!)

Who's that? Is there someone else here with me? I don't understand.

--I'm not alone. I know I am not alone because I heard the bars move. I heard rustling and grunting and sobbing. I can't place the gender—if I had to guess, I'd say—

(NO!)

Shh. There it is again.

(NO!)

Who is that?

(NEVER!)

What's happening?

(YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!)

I'm so confused! None of this makes any sense. Where the hell am I anyways?

Why am I so calm about all this?

--A muffled scream, then silence. My throat aches, my stomach is threatening to digest itself, my heart burns, and I'm blind.

(Why can't I see?)

--A sliver of light pokes through the blackness. It burns—so much, like placing hot coals on my eyes—(How do I know how that feels?)—and something slides down my throat. It has no taste, no smell, no texture, no nothing. It's as if it wasn't there.

--I blink, and I'm in the field again. I'm in the field, surrounded by flowers and green grass, bushes, and trees. Something is running towards me—no, not running, hurdling. No, not hurdling, shooting—

(Who is shooting at me? Why?)

Then everything stops. I'm floating—no, something is holding me.

"Night-night, crybaby."

(What the hell is happening to me?)

Alrighty then. Now that you've read, please review ;) Gracias amigos.

- Lauren