Day: 10
Date: 21st June 2016
Time: 0000
Place: outskirts of New York
(Recap)
"Don't tell me that your that guy? You're black mask?" I was shocked.
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He nodded in agreement.

What? Ain't we supposed to never meet again. That was the deal right? That was the deal.

Or maybe in my head it was supposed to be that way..... stupid head.

"So, do you remember every word I said?" My eyes twinkled with curiosity.

"You saved me from hell. Obviously I remember every word you said." He smiled.

"FYI you're a really good orator. These were the words I was dying to say." He continued. I blushed for a second but got my senses back on track.

"Do you remember about-", he shut me off while I was speaking and whispered, " Peter pan is a fantastic fantasy."

"Hey, don't you trust me. Don't you think that he might be real?" I argued.

"Stop convincing yourself, you're way better than that." He paused, " I wanted to believe you but..... I couldn't. This must be a case of-", I stormed off before he could complete.

...... schizophrenia.
I don't want to hear it. I don't hear the name of the devil. I don't.

I feel like running away. I feel like fleeting the problem once again.

"Ashton." Kyle hugged me from behind, " I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

It's not his fault anyway, it's his opinion. An opinion that I detest.

I couldn't help but sob, reminiscing my past was never so bright.

"If Peter pan is real, I'd love to meet him. After all he's a big part of your life, he makes you 'you'.

I smiled.

I don't know if he's real or not, his fatal presence is worth holding onto. I don't want to let go, I don't want to let him go.

None can change the fact, then why cry?
But I still did.

"It's OK." He consoled me.

I wiped my tears and stared at the beautiful countryside view in front of me, although it was mostly dark.

"It's already late, I guess we need to get going."
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We cycled throughout the way..... well Kyle did. My leg was broken so I couldn't help him, well not that broken but he told me to rest. It's not like I appreciate this VIP treatment.....

...... who are you kidding? It's awesome.

He stopped near a park at the middle of the road and carried me, forcing me to sit on a bench.

Who said royality is a bad thing? I love it.

"Wait for a while. I'll return this cycle back to its owner." He stated.

"Take care." I politely spoke, taking the current time in consideration. Thus, he left.

I was humming 'Mirrors by Justin Timberlake ' while some stupid guys started shouting on the street, disturbing my tune. I hate them.

Pray for your pleasure, stupid jerk faces.
Wait. What are they doing in the middle of the night?

I walked towards them cause the noise wasn't very far off, just right across the street.

There were few guys dancing and screaming on top of their voices thinking that they run this place. Clubbing got way overboard.

I waited for them to notice an annoyed citizen, also known as Ashton Levine....

..... no response.

These guys were drunk like their dad owned a bar, high on low class standards.... or this is what their dance moves portrayed.

I was ashamed of the sight. Public insolence.

A young girl, probably in her teens approached them.

"Excuse me, I have an important exam tomorrow. Can you please slow down your volume." She requested.

Damn. Some people study too much.
Don't distract your mind Ash, don't do it.
Shit, you already did.
Now get back idiot.
Stop talking to yourself.
Who'll talk to you anyway. Dumb brat.
Get back Ashton, get back.

A guy dancing near her, noticed her presence and probably heard her concern too. He's maybe too drunk to notice, but he did.

He was briskly walking towards her with a seductive grin on his face. Let me get this straight, I was scary as hell.

He was trying to grab her tightly while she resisted it. And kept on resisting. He lost his temper and was going to throw a glass bottle of some brand at her.

It was frightening but reflexes managed to get me there somehow.

"Hey asshole." I knocked on his shoulder and he turned back.

While he did, BOOM. One punch and he's down. The girl sighed in relief.

"Strike one." I murmured.

From my location, I could easily make out that there were three guys and each one was wearing a bandana. So according to Ashton's logic, I smashed 'red bandana' and 'blue and green bandana ' are seeking revenge inside.

The 'blue bandana ' tried to come closer but his drunken self wasn't able to balance his body. I simply kicked his ass.

Strike two.

'Green bandana ' was furious. He chased me in a dumb drunken way but to be honest, the drunken moves were unpredictable.

Who said fighting with a drunken idiot will be easy? I didn't.

I readied my stance and was about to smash his face, Kyle rushed and hit him with his backpack.

"Strike three", he winked. " I know what you were going to say sweetheart."

I smiled as response.

In a split second, the real strike three happened.

The police Jeep came into picture. Someone must have complained.
We couldn't justify our existence at that particular time and place.
They took us all for interrogation.
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"I don't believe you. Call your parents right now." Inspector named 'Mike Sanders', said by his name tag, screamed at us.

Kyle was ready to take the blame but it was my fault. I shouldn't have interfered with the 'bandana boys'.

I decided to call.

If I call mom: trouble for centuries.
If I call dad: way better option.

I dialed my dad's number and was ready to talk to him, hoping that he's awake, but he looked the phone away.

"You need to address right here." He didn't even leave my father, and screamed making our ears bleed.

I don't know what my father's response was but he arrived as soon as possible.

"I came here to bail my daughter out. You guys have no right to treat her like that for no damn reason." He spoke like a knight in shining armour. My dad... you're awesome.

"Sir, she was portraying a indecent society." Mike confronted.

"I trust her." He defended me. God! He's the god.
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"I don't know what you guys were up to but all I'll suggest is for you to crash my apartment for the night. It's not the right time to get back home. Mom will be hell worried." He sounded worried.

"Don't worry sir, it was nothing like that." Kyle spoke.

"It better be."

Hey guys, how's life? Deep shit, and I know it.

I need to state many things so here I go,
1) schizophrenia is a mental illness dealing with hallucinations etc. Basically thinking the unreal is real
2) I'm sorry that I promised some if you guys that I'll post more than one chapter. It's all because of the sudden school work so blame the school.
3) if you enjoy reading my chapters, please vote or comment. At least let me know what do you like about this book.
4) lastly, I was thinking of launching a campaign for the creative minds out there. Their stories are innovative but undiscovered cause the same old bad boy stories cover the whole site. It's just an idea, so what you guys think about it? Comment me some of your suggestions too.

And lastly, last for sure, thank you guys for all your support. I can't believe people are actually reading my story, so you guys mean alot to me. And 410 votes? Seriously guys, you're the best.

Till then,
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