“Hello?” I say to the phone against my ear. It’s an unknown number but I know it’s a New York area code.
“Come outside.” A robot-filtred voice says.
Confused and tired I continue. “Sorry, I can’t, it’s 2 am an-”
“I wasn’t asking. Come outside.”
“Looks like I already answered.” I answer back.
“We know who you are, Blossom Harriet. Your little boyfriend won’t be able to save you.” The line becomes cold and I immediately feel sick in my stomach, my mouth as dry as ever. “If you’re not outside in 5 minutes, you should get your ‘goodbyes’ in quick.”
And the mystery person hangs up.
What am I meant to do? I can’t just die like this. No, I have to stay.
I slide my black socks across the hardwood floor to get to the kitchen light, the pit weighing me down. I don’t know why these people want me. I would tell Harry but I don’t want to worry him. I mean he’s worried enough by the fact I have the stinging cut along my neck from last night.
I hear this paper noise from the front door, so I see a laminated page slid under the small gap. I probably shouldn’t go over there. Blossom, it’s locked. It’s also unsafe. I hesitate, but I finally decide to make my way over to the door as stealthily as possible, trying not to attract any attention.
I look at it and my heart rises back up again.
LUNA HOUGHTON HARRIS
BORN 17 MAY 1995. 17 YEARS OLD. MIXED RACED, BROWN HAIR AND EYES. WENT MISSING ON 9TH JUNE 2013. IF FOUND RETURN TO NEW YORK xx xxxx
PHONE: xxxx xxxxx x x x
They were looking. They may still be out there. My dad. My mum. The family that I abandoned still wanted me.
I need to go back.
Whether they moved out or not, I need to go back there and at least try.
I may have killed my brother there but running away will never solve anything, and it’s what I’ve been doing all this time. Simply I’ll resolve it and leave.
I see the light at the end of the tunnel, there’s hope. I’m so close.
I choose not to wake up the knackered Harry in the other room and instead squeal from thrill and excitement.
I quickly cut myself off as I don’t want to be heard by presumably the masked woman. I don’t know who she is or what she wants but if I’m not out there in 1 minu-
My heart races as I slide on my shoes and head outside. I waste no time and run for my life.
My stomach feels like it’s floating, and my head is mushed up, it’s not a nice combo. I press the elevator button numerously and wait.
No, I can’t wait.
I have to go now.
I rush down the stairs as I hear the ding of the sent up lift.
I sigh but don’t hesitate to keep on running down flights of stairs, burning the energy that I’d like for the day ahead of me.
I hear my shoes tap on the floor as I reach the bottom of the stairs. I can tell I’m late.
I hear my phone go off.
I rush behind the building to the damp, dark alleyway where I see a masked person, the same girl as before.
She removes her mask.
And my heart drops.