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(3rd Person)

Jack reads the headlines as ideas flow freely through his mind of what they could be instead of what they are. But he stops at one article. He read it over- happy that there was finally a good headline. He continued walking and started yelling out the only, good one he could find.

"Maniac on da loose! Asylum escapee!" he yelled making money here and there. After shouting that headline and a few fake ones, he sells all of his papers except one. He wanted to keep it to at least read that one article, so he rolled it up and tucked it in his pocket.

It was mid-afternoon, but he decided to enjoy a little of his free time outside in the city before going back to the lodging house.

He strolled through the now dark city, liking the abandoned streets and alleys, but he stopped upon hearing footsteps running, getting louder and louder before they stopped. It was dead silent when he heard a soft whimper. He didn't think much of it until the footsteps began again. He could tell they were running towards him. He spun around slowly eyeing anything and everything he could see with the dim street lights.

But then he saw a figure. A small figure that was deep in an alley. The figure was sitting in the corner of the alley with it's face hidden. He walked closer and discovered a girl.

She looked up at him and became alarmed. Her eyes went wide as she leaned into the wall raising her arms as if blocking herself from him. He knelt in front of her knowing she needed help. He carefully put a strand of her messy, brown hair behind her ear looking into her big, blue eyes.

"What's ya name?" he asked.

She was hesitant at first, but told him, "Brielle." It was then that he noticed her state- her waist was too thin to be healthy, her wrists were covered in scares, and large bags were under her eyes. They heard footsteps, making her jump and hide into the shadows and him turn towards a drunk passing by the alley. He turned back towards her noticing how alarmed she is at every moving object.

"Who are ya runnin' from?" he questioned before changing it, "Where are ya runnin' from?"

"A...," she stopped not knowing if she should tell him, "a hospital."

"Why?" he pressed further.

"It's bad there," she sat back down before he took a seat next to her, already falling for her striking blue eyes. She continues, "I don't like being cooped up there. The people are mean and the people who put me there are even worse."

"Who put ya dere?"

"My family," she answers. She knew what he was about to ask next, so she explained, "My father's the mayor, and he couldn't be seen with his anorexic, depressed daughter. It would mess up his image, so he stuck me in the hospital telling me I need help and he's putting me there for my own good even though I know he's trying to get rid of me." She looks at him finally being able to take in his appearance. His dirty blonde hair, looking brown, and his brown eyes added up to an attractive young man who seemed to be about her age.

Not knowing what else to say, but not wanting her to leave, Jack leaned forwards mezmerized by her beauty. His eyes flickered from her eyes, to her lips, and then back to her eyes. She met him halfway not knowing what came over her. Their lips molded perfectly as she grabbed onto his neck. He grabbed onto her petite waist as he leaned his head to the side to deepen the kiss. They pulled away to catch their breaths.

"Until next time," she whispers knowing she must leave now before she gets caught. She ran out of the alley just like that leaving Jack confused. He leaned his head back against the brick wall wishing she didn't slip through his fingertips. Not knowing what to do now, he took out the paper from his back pocket and flipped through the pages trying to find that one, particular article. He stops, finding it, and noticed the picture underneath.

The picture was of a girl with dark hair and bags under her eyes. His eyes widened in shock as he continues reading connecting the dots and piecing everything together.

He looked up from the paper with his shocked expression still spread across his face before muttering, "She was da escapee."