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Faint

Chapter XIX

Courtney's POV:

A tiny bell chimes as o burst through the diner door, and the door shuts with a loud clang, making the waitress and the few customers glance my way. I barely flush under their gaze and my eyes widen as I scan the mostly empty diner.

The waitress gasps at my filthy appearance and rushes to my side, along with the elderly couple seated in one of the booths. As she nears me, the rather frazzled waitress shouts to someone in the back to call the police.

The old woman reaches me first and her eyes widen and begin to water, much to my surprise. She covers her mouth with her hands as her husband comes to her side, his expression equally as shocked as he takes in my horrendous appearance.

The waitress scans me up and down before she simply pulls me into her arms, and I crack. I cry into her shoulder as she comforts me, assuring me that the police are on their way.




After I've calmed down somewhat, the waitress, whose name is Kelly, has seated me across from the elderly couple and gone to make me some tea. They have been surprisingly kind and considerate despite being strangers.

Kelly reruns, smiling softly, "don't you worry hun, the police said they'll be here in no time at all."

I smile appreciatively, "thank you so much."

My gaze travels to the large windows up front and then m breath catches in my throat. In the distance, I can faintly see four large black vehicles approaching the lone diner. The tinted windows and revving engines can be heard miles away, and that's when I know.

Ive been found.

Notes

Comments

wathever you want to do will be amazing

Emmaliee Emmaliee
6/18/15

I say just do whichever will make you happiest. Honestly I'll happily read it either way.

BVBfangirlqueen BVBfangirlqueen
6/18/15

@Gone_girl
Seeing the world isn't like looking at a set picture. It can be whatever you make of it. That's why we write, to create a new idea of the world. Life is an art. It can be difficult and painful and sometimes it's downright unbearable, but even in the darkest hour there are still little pieces of light; like when you sing along to your favorite song, or read a powerful story. Because those little splashes of dark and light turn out to be a beautiful piece of art in the end. On the subject of a book three, I'd say that the last thing I would want to do is inhibit your growth as a person, especially if it would mean reverting back to self-destructive habits. I think you should write whatever you want to write and it will be amazing because you've already proven yourself to be a great writer. You have an amazing gift and I can't wait to see what you come up with next.

:) you are amazing.

Emmaliee Emmaliee
6/8/15

@Emmaliee
I'm actually tearing up a little bit right now. That is incredibly sweet of you to say, especially since I only started this because I just enjoy writing, I never though people would like it like you guys do!

Just one thing though, none of you want to see the world like I do, because it isn't a pretty sight...

Gone_Girl Gone_Girl
6/8/15