At The Park

Eleanor's P.O.V

I look around my surroundings once more. Okay so here's the plan, I run down the parking lot to the main street and get someone's attention telling them that I'm a victim being held hostage. Good plan Eleanor, props.

Looking back at Becka who's still talking on the phone with her back turned I get up from the swing slowly looking around. The wind gets still for a moment and I freeze looking back at Becka, come on don't be scared. I remove my red hood to not draw attention whilst walking to the end of the playground full of wood chips. I lift my foot up walking on the on grass towards the parking lot.

"I know, I'm so sorry." I hear Becka say.

My head turns quickly looking back, okay she still has her back turned. Good.

I continue walking past Becka's red Range Rover with a faster speed. My eyes squint as I make a turn towards the street on the left.

"Mother!" I hear a little kid cry.

I look behind to see a weeping little boy on the slide, his cheeks are red with tears streaming down. Poor kid, his mother who's dressed in all black gets up from the bench and walks towards him with a concern expression.

I stay in my spot until my eyes move to see a flash of red coming towards me.

"Eleanor." I look to see Becka with her mask headed straight for me. She puts her phone in her jacket pocket and jogs towards me.

Fuck.

I waste no time sprinting towards the red light at the end of the street. I squint my eyes to look at the signs above the buildings in front of me. There's a library, a restaurant called "Davies" and a hair salon called "Split Ends". Weird name for a salon ,but at least it makes sense somewhat.

"Eleanor. Come back here." I hear Becka yell sternly from behind me.

I turn my head looking at the distance between us, it seems like she struggles when it comes to running.

I run towards the restaurant to see both old and young couples sitting out and having lunch. It's so quiet, too quiet. And no conversations are even being made by the customers. I stop and face a couple about my age, out of breath I manage to quickly speak.

"I-..I need your help. Please, this girl has been keeping me hostage and I don't know where I am or how to find my way back." I speak a bit fast yet clearly.

The man raises his eyebrows and looks over to his wife who's eyebrows are furrowed. They don't speak. They don't understand!

"Please, she is going to kill me." I say. I feel tears coming not sad tears but tears of frustration I look back to see Becka coming closer. I have like two minutes before I have to move.

I sigh,"Fuck you." I say walking towards the door of Daviesit's the same mopey kind of silence and everyone is either eating, looking around or both.

"Excuse me. Does anyone have a telephone? I need to borrow one please." I beg

Everyone's eyes land on me. The bruised twenty year old that is brutally living in hell at the moment. They don't move or speak.

"You do not know what a fucking phone is? Does anyone even speak English!" I yell.

I sigh heavily turning on my heels to see Becka only ten feet away. Shit.

I run as fast as I can down the road ,but I then slow down. Dead end. There's nothing but trees that look like they'd go forever. A never-ending woods.

"Eleanor. Don't you dare." I hear a warning.

I don't care. I rather die than spend another minute with Evan's filthy girlfriend. I look back once more, this may be my last time seeing an actual street ,because I may die from starvation or I might get lost.

Taking caution I move between two trunks and start running down a hill covered in leaves which have fallen.

"Eleanor! " Becka yells.

I'm not going back, I'm not turning back. For all I know I might as well hope for the best and head in one direction. North.


One Hour Later

Eleanor's P.O.V

It's been like a two hours since I've last heard Becka or seen her at least. Maybe she went back and left me. Even if she did or not, I have no clue where I am and the sunset is getting close. I'm now walking and looking up at the birds who sit up in the trees high above my head. It's probably 42 degrees.

I wonder what Louis' doing right now. Probably worrying about me like always.

I sigh, "What kind of stupid town is Ravenswood." I whisper to myself

"If only they'd just fucking listen I'd be safe and sound with Louis right now. If only I stayed in California and not have came to New York at all. I should have went with N-" I stop and freeze.

I hear the ruffle of leaves. Shit.

Looking around I see no one. I don't care I am going to run no matter what.

"Hello?" I say with my voice shaking.

There are thick trunks around and some bushes. I start to jog straight ahead but hear leaves behind me. And here she is. Becka right behind me.

I gasp but continue to sprint faster, "Leave me alone!" I yell terrified.

Her mask looks even worse in the dim light of the sun. I continue my large running distance between me and the devil. I have no idea what is going to happen at this po-.

I land on my stomach flat on the cold ground full of autumn leaves. Are you fucking serious. I get up but Becka charges at me causing us to tumble back onto the cold floor.

"Fuck." I curse under my breath. I throw her on the bottom underneath me and get up starting to run once more.

Whilst running I look behind to see no sign of her. Great.

I continue running but I slow down into a jog under I feel a push falling to the floor. I groan as I open my eyes to see the horrible plastic mask before feeling a sting in my thigh. Laying on cold leaves in the woods is something you shouldn't ever try.

I let out a breath and roll onto my side with my back turned to her. I try to get up but I can't lift anything...I feel as if my body isn't connected to my mind.

My arms and legs even my neck doesn't move. All I hear is a faint laughter as my eyes begin to get drowsy. I blink several times before my eyelids finally close.

Notes

Happy Halloween.