The Model

There were so many quetions I had for him but he couldn't answer one of them. If he did, the one chasing him would find him immediately and his chance to get out of captivity would vanish into thin air. However he told me some of the things he could do. He told me about a world of magic and art. He loved art as much as I did.

"I was painting like there was no tomorrow. Our parents didn't even tell me anymore to get rid of that smell of paint im my room." There was a soft chuckle and I could tell he thought of old and happier times.

"Our?", I asked, smiling. His eyes grew dull again and he sighed.

"Yes. I had a sister, you know? She was adopted but she still was the most important girl in my life. Still is. But other than me, he killed her... And made me watch."

My chest began to hurt and the fuzzy feeling in my stomach was replaced with sickness. The boy next to me just stared into the darkness with an empty look on his face.
"What was her name?", I softly asked.

"As I told you before. Names are not of importance, alright?" I bit my lip and nodded. He was secretive but I couldn't blame him. He only met me tonight and he had to keep a lot of secrets to himself. On the other hand, I was only helping him so he gave me the information I needed to fix this and I understood.

Later this night he left through my window leaving me alone. Ela had been textig me, saying she was allowed to have a sleepover so I was left in a dark room with my thoughts screaming at me to just leave it be. There was no doubt it was something dangerous. All I could do was to wait until the morning.

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I was allowed to stay home today because of my screwed up sleeping schedule and that I was thankful for. But I couldn't compensate that since I had plans today from which I didn't even know what they were. All I knew was that I needed a way to sneak out and get to the adress he gave me.

My window was on the first story and beneath it there was a connecting building leading to the administration. My heart throbbed in my throat while I was scanning the house on the other side. There were only a couple windows belonging to the staircase in the back of the building. I checked as good as i could if someone was there, but I was lucky.

Almost silently I landed on the pebbles beneath my window and quickly jumped down on the ground. I was wearing a dark hoodie so if someone saw me, they might as well should think I was some kind of thief.

But there was no one who payed attention so I was free to run.

With a couple coins I could pull a ticket for the subway and hopped right in. The smell of different people hit my nose and I sighed. Everyone looked so normal. I wondered if one of them hid a secret like mine. Maybe one of them, too, had someone haunting their dreams. Maybe...

On my phone I quickly looked up the location we were supposed to meet at. I only had ten minutes left.

With a fast pace I passed all kinds of people but I didn't have enough time to look at them and try to figure them out. I kind of liked to do that but now I was in a rush and I didn't know whether I was on the right way. I just followed the instructions which finally lead me to a tall boring building. On the grey stone wall there was a small sign telling me where I landed.

Why did he want to meet me at the sate library? And where was he?

I scanned the street which was full of various people but no blue eyed boy with a scar on his face.

"Looking for someone?"

I jumped at the deep voice next to my ear and spun around. There he was, wearing an oversized hoodie, shades and a big scarf. It was almost twentythree degrees outside. I couldn't imagine how he must sweat in that.

"Let's go inside", he mumbled and approached the entrace.

It was an intimidating building from the beginning of the 20th century with thick stones which hat little holes in it from two world wars. I liked old buildings like that. As a child we used to have field trips to the museum of natural history with a huge dinosaur in the center.

Snapping out of my daydream I followed him, wondering what he was planning to do here. I decided though not to ask. He would probably tell me to wait and see.

Entering the building it was like time traveling. There was a huge staircase going off to the right and left in front of long windows. It looked like it still was the original interior from when it was built. at a lonely desk to the right a woman sat, looking as old as the building.

She suspiciously looked in our direction and slowly took off her reading glasses. Probably because I was looking like a zombie and he looked like he was ready to rob a bank. But that didn't stop him to approach a small round woman with short grey hair. They say the older you get the shorter your hair gets.

"Excuse me? Where can we find newspapers from March 2000?" With the scarf and everything his voice sounded even deeper... The woman looked up to him. "I will tell you if you uncover your face. This is a library, son." I slightly smirked at the fact that she called him 'son'.

However he slowly took off the hood and his glasses. The lady behind the counter nodded. "Wasn't that hard, was it? Use the corridor to your right and follow it until you see a sign saying 'Magazines and Newspapers'. You are free to use the computers as guides."
"Thank you", we said and off we went to find the section she told us.

"She was nice", he said. His cheek lifted and I imagined the lopsided smirk he always wore.
It took a while to find the section in this huge building. There were so many shelves with books, signs, hallways and doors, that it was hard to not lose your way. But finally we found the section we were looking for.

It was quiet in here except some small talk here and there.

"Wow, those PC's were the newest shit when I was eighteen!" He quietly laughed and looked at the thick glass that was the monitor. I smirked looking at him. He didn't look older than eighteen at all.

Sighing he sat down in the cozy looking chair and moved the scarf from his mouth. "Sorry, but it's pretty hot in here. People need to deal with my face since I'm close to the boiling point."

"I don't have a single problem with your face", I smiled, sitting down in the chair next to him. He looked at me, raising his healthy side of the mouth. I saw that the thick thread holding his cheek together looked new and a shiver caught my body. He changed it himself? I didn't want to ask that question, though, since it was not really appropriate at the moment.

He looked back to the old fashioned computer and typed in a couple things, looking for something.

After a couple minutes he found what he was looking for and gave me a sign to look. It was an article dated on the 3rd of March 2000. "You don't remember that story?", he quietly asked, looking at me. I swallowed heavily as I began to read the article. I did remember it. It had been all over the news and even though I only had been four or five years old when it really got crazy, I still remembered the story of the two kidnapped teenagers. And I even remembered their names. Her name was Juliet, like Romeo and Juliet. And his name was Andrew, like the apostle.

Notes

Alright so here is a new chapterrrr :D
I tried to space the paragraphs more but somehow it would just delete them... I will post this anyways and try to figure out the spacing lol. Soorry!

UPDATE: When I upload and edit it again it works... Technology doesnt like me apparently...