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Saturday, 20 March 2010
05:25:02 PM (GMT)

	It was dark. Crystal sat up and listened- silence- her parents were still out- and
her sister was sleeping- so she could get on with her plan. She slid out of bed and
pulled her jacket on, grabbing her bag and a packet of crisps as she did so. She
decided that she better take her credit card and her birthday money too if she were
going to get out of this alive, so she grabbed them and a bottle of water and headed
out. She ran up the garden path and down the road towards the train station- to catch
the last train out of this dump.
	The next morning Crystal awoke in a cold damp heap on a train station in what seemed
to be the middle of nowhere. She stretched out and checked her watch for the time-
10.20am- just enough time to pop to the loo and get changed before her train was due.
10 minutes later she was feeling refreshed and dry, and her train pulled into the
station. 'Perfect timing' - she thought. Sitting down on the train, She thought about
why she had decided to do this. She didn't know for sure exactly, but now that she
thought about it, she realised what a terrible mistake she had made. She couldn't go
back now though, could she? And her friends would just think she was on holiday, like
she was supposed to be. But she just couldn't stand another rubbish holiday in the
caravan by the cold welsh coast- it'd probably rain the whole time they were there
anyway- just like last time. She sighed and looked out of the window at the
countryside and for the first time since she had left the house the previous night, a
tear slid down her rosy cheek.
	An hour or so later, the train stopped at her station, close to where her
grandparents lived, so she would have to be careful that they didn't spot her, when
she should be in school. It was a 20 minute wait until the next train to Liverpool
was due, so she sat down on the bench and thought about what she would do when she
got there. Just then, her phone started ringing and she jumped, startled by the
sudden loud noise that seemed to fill the empty waiting room. She turned her phone
off, so she wouldn't have to explain herself. Not yet. She got up and wandered
around, she put her bag down and stood on the edge of the platform. The train was due
any minute now, and she looked down the track to see if she could spot it. She could
see a light in the distance now, slowly creeping closer. Just then, she felt someone
breathing down her neck, their hands resting on her shoulders. She daren't turn
round. Whoever was behind her pushed her, and she fell onto the track. She twisted
her ankle as she fell, and struggled to stand back up. The light was now getting
closer, and closer, until it was quite clear and she could almost make out the
driver's face. The edge of the platform was wet and slippery, and just that much too
high for her to climb back up. The train crept ever closer, and closer...
	The train was almost here, when a hand reached down from above, locked around
Crystal's wrist and pulled her up out of harms way. When she looked up and saw her
hero's face, she gasped in shock. The boy's skin was lightly tanned and moist from
the rain, his shirt soaked, yet he looked completely amazing. She hugged him and
thanked him, and soon they were sitting on the train talking to each other. "I should
be dead right now." Crystal thought. "Thank you so much!" she thanked the stranger.
He picked her bag up, slung it over his shoulder and wrapped his arm around her. They
sat down on the train on either side on a table and the boy reached into his shopping
bag, drawing out a bottle of pop. He offered some to Crystal, but although she was
thirsty, she turned it down, as she didn't want to seem rude. When they arrived in
Liverpool, they walked down to the docks and sat together on a bench watching as the
boats sailed past them. "How rude of me!" Crystal suddenly exclaimed, "I haven't
introduced myself! I'm Crystal by the way."
"Declan." He replied. He gave Crystal a quick squeeze and got up, leading her to his
apartment. When they got there, he asked her whether she wanted to stay there with
him until she had a place of her own. "If you insist!" She giggled. He led her into a
medium sized room to the side of his kitchen. "Is this room ok?" he asked? "Of
course!" She replied, giddy with all the sudden attention. She had settled in by
dinner and then Declan had to head out to catch a ferry to Ireland for the weekend.
"There's plenty in the fridge, I’m just seeing family- I’ll be back before you
know it!" He said. Of course he didn't know what was going to happen next.
	Crystal sat on her bed and unpacked her bag, shoving her clothes into the chest of
drawers next to her bed. Just then, she heard a bang coming from the living room.
"Declan!" she yelled, "I thought you'd gone to catch your ferry!" Suddenly, a gloved
figure leapt out from under her bed and grabbed her. "Just my day." She thought to
herself. The figure kept his gloved hand over her mouth and whispered into her ear,
"You keep quiet, you stupid girl." He loosened his grip a little before tying her up
with a rope, sticking a smelly sock from the washing into her mouth, and pushing her
into the wardrobe....
Crystal had been locked in the wardrobe for over a day now, at least, and the smell
and taste of the sock was getting unbearable. If only she had stayed at home. If only
she had forgiven her parents for all they had done. If only she hadn't runaway! She
could now hear footsteps on the wooden floor of the living room. She heard the door
handle creak as whoever was there pushed down on it to enter the room. She could see
the faint shadow of someone outside through the gap in the bottom of the wardrobe.
"Crystal!" The person shouted. It was just Declan. She used all of her strength to
rock towards the door and tumbled out of where she had been kept hostage. Declan
rushed towards her and helped her out, pulling the smelly sock from her mouth and
gently but quickly untying the rope. "Are you ok?" She tried to reply but her throat
was dry having not had a drink for over a day. She nodded and tried to get up, but as
soon as she stood upright, she collapsed onto her bed. She was exhausted and could
hardly move, but she finally managed to sit upright and hold that position while
Declan fetched her a glass of water from the kitchen. It was icy cold but very
refreshing, and at least it took away the taste of that mangy sock. Declan stood by
uncomfortably watching her slowly sip the drink, until she patted the bed next to her
inviting him to sit down. He sat down next to her but stared at the carpet and
fidgeted with his hands. Crystal placed the glass onto her bedside table and looked
into Declan’s eyes. His skin was soft and tanned, and she just wanted to give him a
huge hug, after all, this was the second time he’d saved her- this weekend. She
somehow managed to restrain herself and thanked him, telling him that for the second
time that weekend, if it wasn’t for him, she’d be dead. A tear trickled down her
cheek as she thought to herself that if she had never run away she wouldn’t be in
this mess, but she mopped it up before Declan saw. However he did see this, and
leaned over, planted a quick kiss on her cheek. “You’re beautiful Crystal, and
may I add, that is such a gorgeous name?” Crystal giggled at this remark and rested
her head on his shoulder. She couldn’t help but smile as Declan gave her a hug
before asking her if she wanted anything to eat. “Just toast please, and another
drink of water if it’s not too much hassle?” He left the room and she lay back on
her bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking. She could stay here; start a new life with
Declan. She quite fancied him really, but she knew that she was 2 years older than
him and her parents wouldn’t approve. Wait, she’d run away from her parents,
right? So why was she so bothered about what her parents thought? Her parents… she
could always go back to them, she thought. No, that would be foolish. She should at
least get in touch, so they knew she was safe, knew she was ok. She’d write them a
letter in the morning, not put a return address on it, but just ask them to text her
if they had any worries. Yeah, that’s what she’d do. But for now, she just wanted
to rest. At that point Declan walked in with her supper and sat on her bed while he
watched her eat every bite. He left her to it and went into the living room. He sat
on the leather sofa and grabbed the remote control. He flicked the TV on, and was
about to change the channel, when he realised just what it was that was on the news.
runaway? Suddenly he heard a coughing and spluttering sound from Crystal’s room,
then a scream. He leapt up and burst in on Crystal, being smothered by a boy, no
older than himself, wearing all black…

He pushed the boy off her and knocked him out as his head hit the solid wooden floor.
Declan stood up, grabbed Crystal and carried her to the living room, placing her down
on the warm, black leather sofa. He sat down beside her and asked her, “Have you
run away from home?”
“I don’t really want to talk about it.” She replied, looking away. Declan
grabbed her head and turned it back to face him. “Have you run away?” He replied,
much fiercer this time.  Crystal nodded and sunk into the sofa, curling up into a
ball and facing the other way. Declan pulled her to him and hugged her while she
quietly sobbed. Several minutes later, when she had calmed down, he asked, “But
why? I’m sure you have a very loving family who care about you. They’re probably
worried sick, panicking, wondering where on earth you are, and what has happened to
you. It looks like someone’s out to get you, you have to go home.”
“You don’t understand. You probably don’t know what it’s like to be abused by
your own parents, the people you’ve trusted since the day you were born.”
“Yes I do.” Declan replied, facing away from her, tears in his eyes.
“I’m sorry Declan, I didn’t know.” She cried. That night they were both sat
on the sofa, watching television, when the phone rang. Crystal moved to get it, but
Declan held her closer. “Let it ring.” He whispered. He moved in closer to her,
and kissed her gently on the lips. This went on for several minutes before Crystal
got up and walked to her room. “Goodnight.” She whispered.
“Wait, promise me you’ll get in tough with your parents tomorrow, let them know
you’re ok.”
“Ok then. Goodnight.”

	The next morning, Crystal awoke to the heavenly sound of birds singing outside her
window, and the yummy smell of breakfast cooking in the kitchen. She pulled on her
dressing gown and floated through to the living room. She leant on the kitchen
counter and stared lovingly at Declan. “Good morning!” He chirped when he saw
her. “It was going to be a bacon butty for breccy this morning… but I kinda burnt
it…” He tilted the pan in her direction so she could see. Crystal giggled, and
sat down at the kitchen table, legs swinging slowly back and forth. Declan fetched
some bowls, milk and cereal and sat down opposite her. “This’ll have to do I’m
afraid.” He said, shrugging his shoulders. Crystal giggled again. “Oh it’s
fine. Maybe I ought to phone my parents soon…” She remarked, looking at the
“Yeah, they’re probably worried sick!” Declan flicked the television on again
and took his bowl over to the sofa. Crystal joined him, and started munching on her
cornflakes. A few minutes later, she put down her empty bowl and walked to her room
again. She grabbed her phone and dialled her mum’s number. As it was ringing, she
sat on her bed, kicked her slippers off and tucked her feet under her duvet. The
phone was still ringing. No one answered. “Maybe I should try again later…” She
thought. Declan came to her door and asked if everything was ok. “No answer.” She
sighed. “I don’t suppose you have a computer? Perhaps I could email them.”

Crystal sat down on the hard wooden chair in Declan’s study, and flicked on the
computer. Declan popped his head through the door. “Just going to the shop- we’re
out of milk. Want anything while I’m there?”
“Just a pack of crisps- Quavers if they’ve got.”
“See you in a minute then.”
“Byee” Crystal cried after him. She logged into her email account and clicked on
the first unread email in her inbox. Then the second. Then the third. They were all
the same. ‘Crystal, wherever you are, come home, please.’ She clicked the reply
button. “Don’t worry Mum, I’m safe. I’m living with this really nice boy. I
can’t tell you where however, because someone is already out to get me. If it’s
ok with you, I’m going to stay here for a bit. I promise I’ll write everyday.
Love you loads, Crystal. Xxx”

She heard the front door slam shut, and heavy footsteps coming up the hallway. “Not
again!” she thought. She heard someone pause outside the door, and saw the door
knob twist around slowly… Diving under the desk, she held her breath. The door
swung open and someone walked over to the table. Whoever was there sat down and
started going through her emails. She slowly breathed out, and shifted into a
slightly more comfortable position, trying to make as little noise as possible. At
last, the person who was sat there got up and left. Crystal climbed out from her
hiding place and went back to her emails. There was a new mail in her inbox. From
someone called ‘Skull’. She didn’t think and clicked it open, thinking that
perhaps this could help her find out why, and who, was trying to get her.

‘I almost got her- but her “boyfriend” stopped me.’ It read. Whoever had sent
this must know her- I mean, they had her email address. And someone had been hacking
it, using it to send emails to this person- Skull. She changed her password, to
something more secure than just ‘password’. She thought how stupid she had been
to use that in the first place. She had the feeling that she was being watched, felt
the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She turned around, but, as she suspected
all along, there was no one there. She could hear the phone ringing from the other
room. She ran to it- but, hovered over it for a few minutes, wondering whether she
should answer, or whether she should leave it. It could be anyone- the person who was
after her, her parents, Declan. 

It stopped ringing. She dialled ‘1471’- Caller ID withheld. She went back to the
study and logged out of her email. She was sure she saw someone lurking in the
shadows as she shut the door behind her. She didn’t dare to turn back and check- so
she pulled on her coat and ran down to the shop. She started hunting for Declan- she
gathered he had come here. There was no sign of him so she dug her purse out of her
pocket and bought a bottle of pop. She wandered down to the docks and leaned on the
fence, staring out across the Mersey. Sighing, she turned around and headed back to
the flat. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a police car outside, and a
policeman standing there, talking to Declan. Declan saw her and pointed in the
opposite direction to where she was. The policeman jumped into his car and sped up
the road, to where Declan ‘had seen Crystal’. Declan ran down the road towards
her and told her that the police were out looking for her. The school had phoned her
parents, who knew she’d run away. She had done so a few times lately anyway. She
had never been away from home for this long though. Crystal started to panic and ran
upstairs, sobbing heavily. Declan tried to comfort her, get her to calm down, but she
just pushed him away. Declan sat in a crumpled heap on the plush cream carpet. Declan
sat on a chair and awkwardly watched Crystal as she lay on the sofa crying.

	That night, when Crystal had finally calmed down, Declan sat beside her on the sofa.
He reached towards her and held her face with both hands. Her tear-stained eyes
looked into his. His pale blue eyes glinted as the moon slipped behind some dark
clouds. He slowly moved in closer, and slowly, gently, kissed her lips. This seemed
to cheer her up, take her mind off things. The first kiss was simply one of
friendship- but this, this was love.

	The next morning, Declan awoke on the sofa to find an empty seat beside him. He
checked Crystal’s room, but she wasn’t there. He checked the kitchen, his room,
the study. Everywhere, well, except the bathroom. Declan put his ear against the
door, and when he could hear nothing, opened it. Not to his surprise, the bathroom
was empty. He sighed and headed back into the living room. He leant against the wall,
then slid down and collapsed in a heap on the floor. Now it was his turn to cry. He
truly loved Crystal. From the second he first saved her life till now. He wouldn’t
let anything happen to her. He had to find her.

	Crystal ran faster, faster than she had ever ran in her life. She hurtled over
bushes and fences, desperate to get away. Her head ached, she felt ill, but she kept
on going. She was going home. By now it was midday; she was tired, thirsty, and
hungry. She slumped down onto a bench, exhausted. She closed her eyes and thought.
Why had she run away from Declan? Why had she run away from home in the first place?
She pulled her mobile from her bag and pressed down the power button. She needed to
know what had been going on at home. She had 30 unread texts, and 30 voicemails. She
took a deep breath and dialled the first one. It was off her mum. She was crying,
begging Crystal to come home. This made Crystal upset. She had tried to be brave, she
really had, but she just couldn’t. Not anymore.

	Declan fished in his pocket for his phone and sent a text to Crystal. “Look,” it
read, “I know you’re upset, and I know you probably hate me, but please, just
come back. Call me, text me, something. I love you Crystal.” He put it back into
his pocket and carried on running to the train station. He knew that if Crystal was
trying to get home, that’s where she’d be.

	Crystal reached into her bag and grabbed the bottle of water she’d shoved in there
this morning. It was still cool and amazingly refreshing as she gulped it down. She
was almost at the train station, where she could get a train home. There was no
turning back now. No way. She peeked through the bushes. The station was empty, but
if she remembered correctly, there was a train due in 10 minutes time. She leapt up
and ran across the tracks, throwing her heavy rucksack onto the platform as she did
so. She jumped up and sat on the station, swinging her legs over the side.
Thankfully, whoever was out to get her didn’t seem to be around.

	Declan raced across the bridge. There was a train due any minute now. He saw a
figure sitting on the edge of the platform. It was Crystal. He also saw a figure in
the waiting room, but this was the figure that was out to get Crystal. The figure was
slowly and sneakily making its way towards Crystal. The train would almost be here,
the figure was getting closer. Declan tried to shout Crystal, but it wouldn’t work,
she was too far away. He started to sprint across the bridge and down the steps as if
his life depended on it, when in fact, it was Crystal’s.

	Crystal didn’t see what was coming, nor could she have guessed. The figure that
Declan had seen was right behind her, waiting for the train to come closer. Declan
raced towards them, shouting for Crystal to get up. At last she heard him, but not
before it was too late. The sky had darkened and it was starting to rain. The figure
rested his gloved hands on Crystal’s shoulders.
Last edited: 20 March 2010

‹RainbowRae:D› says:   20 March 2010   526684  
I love it so far :DD
Anon_69 says :   20 March 2010   650429  
Oh shit, not all of it went on.


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