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I'll probably still be continuing Escape, if people would like me to, but I don't know...Anyway, I got some inspiration from a book I was re-reading a few days ago, and this popped into my head. Hope you like it!
They were meant to be seeing a horror movie at the city cinema, but she had long given up hope of that. Ironically, there was an ad for it on the wall by which she was loitering. She had pretty much no idea where she was, but it she knew it was shifty by the grime on the path and the police sirens in the distance.
It looked like rain. Cleo marvelled at her own boredom and plain fed-upness. Grey clouds were gathering, blocking out all the stars. Where was Nancy? She decided that she would wait ten more minutes, and then she was going. “Hey Cleo. Long time no see.” She started at the sound of her friend’s voice -once husky and laughing, now monotonous and strangely bored. Nancy had appeared out of nowhere. Cleo scowled at her. “Where’ve you been? The film was over at least an hour ago!”
Nancy held up her hands in defence and looked away. “Geez, calm down…How is it my fault? I was busy.”
Truly shaken now, Cleo took a good look at her best friend. Her face was a match to her voice- blank, staring -but it was her eyes that held her attention. They were dead, flat….haunted.
Nearly a year with no contact, not even a text. She had sent so many letters to the address she had been given, had cried for so many nights at her own weakness and loneliness. Nancy had always been the dominant one of the two of them, all their lives. Cleo remembered how she had hated herself for being the hanger-on- but she couldn’t leave her friend. It was like a dying relationship between two lovers, with one desperate for assurance of their relationship, and the other simply not bothered.
“Agh!” Bits of ice pelted her head and she reached up to protect herself. All she could hear was the rain and hail, a constant hammer –and the absence of noise from her friend. “Nancy? Where are you going?” “Like you said, the movie’s over. I have to go. I’ll see you, Cleo.” Nancy turned and walked away from her friend, closing her eyes against the pounding pain behind her eyes. The rain and hail had long ceased when Cleo was finally able to stop the threat of the tears spilling over. The knowledge that she had control over this, at least, made her feel a little better. But the sound of crying persisted. Not caring about the obvious threat of a dark alley at night, she walked over and peeked around the wall. This, she was sure, was where it was coming from. It was empty, graffiti scrawled on the walls and crates stacked haphazardly against the wall. The sound was weak but piteous, and it made her heart wrench for the person-or animal- who was making it. What was she doing? She wasn’t sure, but it was coming from behind the crates. She pushed at them, to no avail, and panted with the effort.
Manoeuvring her coat hem carefully over a lower crate, she stepped behind them and squinted into the darkness to try to make out what was behind them.
There, its mouth opening and closing with weak wails, was a baby. "Oh…Oh my god…Ssh…It’s okay…” She breathed, instinctively scooping the bundle into her arms. The grubby white blanket was damp and freezing, and her heart quickened with fear for the tiny child in her arms. Shielding them both from the hail, and still dazed and not quite sure where she was headed, she took the opportunity to look at the little thing’s face. Wide green eyes stared at her wonderingly, almost as if the baby thought that its saviour was a dream. It was impossible to tell its hair colour in the dark, but she guessed that it was at least two weeks old, as all children’s eyes were blue when they were first born. Where to go? It was late, and she was at least an hour from the city hospital. Cleo looked around uncertainly, almost expecting the mother of the child to jump out and snatch it from her arms. She cradled it closer. The only thing to do was walk, and try to find somewhere with a phone to call someone- anyone. Only one thing was she knew for certain, and it had glowed in her mind since she caught sight of those wondering eyes: She would protect this child. So, tell me what you think, and if you'd like for me to continue it! I'd really appreciate comments, they make my day. :)
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#75 On Mar 12, 2009 Shelly1427 wrote:
#76 On Mar 12, 2009 contrycutie wrote:
please keep on keepin on..this was a truly great story!
#77 On Mar 14, 2009 clairepitts1994 wrote:
Hey that was awesome!! You definately should continue it! I'd love to read more. Amazingly AWSUM!!!
#78 On Mar 26, 2009 MotoD wrote:
Wonderful story, Soo good!
#79 On Apr 3, 2009 Kvetoslava wrote:
#80 On Apr 4, 2009 fredbrenny wrote:
Let's have more! Enjoyed it alot. Thanks!
#81 On Apr 6, 2009 miller1220 wrote:
This is a very interesting story! Nancy is quite mysterious and spooky. I love Cleo's hair and glasses! I feel as if I'm there with her. I wonder about that poor baby there? So sad!!!
#82 On Apr 13, 2009 shady411 wrote:
Please continue
#83 On Apr 13, 2012 fruitopia wrote:
This has become very interesting. Annie/Aerith has been found out.
#84 On Apr 14, 2012 AnoeskaB wrote:
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