"Lost Boy"

Let her go. You better let her go or I will find you and take care of you myself. Why even kidnap her and then tell me, tell us about it just to feel better huh? To feel like you're the smartest around, huh you criminals?! Let her go! The police have been warned and they are searching for you so you better let JJ go! Let my girlfriend go!

Matt

I stared at the letter in shock, a thousand questions running through my mind. Why was he doing this? Why had he taken the time to write back to my kidnappers? Why was he caring? Why was he using my nickname? He never called me nicknames unless it was some of his odd, not so creative nicknames, normally it would just be my name as he was too lazy to even pretend. What was it Matt? This was a huge personality change.. Where was the real Matt Thompson? Where was the douche I've known since 7th grade?

I felt Niall stare at me and I quickly turned my head, stuffing the letter into my pocket and looking down at the floor.

"JJ.. tell me" He demanded, voice dripping with something unfamiliar. Was it.. jealousy? Oh no! Had he seen the name on the envelope? Or the signature on the bottom of the letter? God, what did I do now?

"There's nothing to tell, Ni" I spoke softly, sending him a dazzling smile before going back to the bag, rummaging through it to see some mixed pictures of both the boys and Cecilia. Cece.. God, how I missed her. I gulped, getting quite scared that they had done something to her as well. They'd really done a good job with investigating my life and tearing it all to pieces.

"Oww!" I cussed under my breath, my hand flying out of the bag just as quickly as I had put it in there, an angry scar dripping with blood, now decorating my pale wrist.

"Shit!" I cursed, getting the horrible images from the last couple of days stuck in my head. The last place had been a nice little café. A tall, brunette waitress, red lips, brown eyes, innocent as all of the other ones had been but unknowingly standing right before death, the neverending sleep reaching out for her. Closer and closer and then CLICK, BANG.. and it was gone. Everything. Her life, her friends, her family, her hobbies, her pet peeves, her smiles, her cries.. E V E R Y T H I N G. Gone. Like it had never existed.

"You need to be more careful" He whispered, reaching out for my wrist, inspecting the scar closely as if my hand actually fallen off. He was so caring. So loving. I wondered why. Why me? I wasn't anything special. Just another hostage. Trapped in this room with no windows, no light, no warmth but.. wait.

I felt as a smile slowly grew on my face, staring down at the knife with sudden joy. I got it! I got it, I got it, I got it! Now I just needed something to confirm my theory. Getting up on my feet with a few confused protests from Niall I walked to the corner of the room, running my fingertips down the wall. I knew it was here. It had to be.

Clutching the knife, I slowly moved it down the small crack in the wall, creating enough space for my fingers to reach in and crack open what had been masked as a wall. Very creative. Very smart but not smart enough. I'd been able to see the small crack for days, light streaming in and interrupting my sleep. It really pissed me off. Not that my sleep was the most peaceful place anyway but I needed to collect as much strength as possible since I was forced to live with these phychos. Since I was forced to do so many horrible things..

"Ni, come on!" I whispered, needing some help to get the door fully open, the thought of being this close to escape giving me a thrill. A rush. We were so close. So close. I could almost feel the sun on my skin.

With Niall's help, we had enough to strength to push open the door, the fresh autumm breeze meeting us, congratulating us on our freedom.

"How did you?" He stared stunned at me, not able to process that we had the key to freedom right in our hands. I shrugged, smiling.

"I just kept being waked up by a mysterious source of light.. I figured it had to be a crack in the wall or something" I shrugged again, biting my lip as I stared back at the other door, footsteps sounding from the corridor. I stared up at Niall with terrified eyes, quickly pushing him out the door to freedom as Marty stomped inside, gasping as he'd realized that we'd found the exit that he and his co-devils had tried to hide.

"COME BACK HERE!!!" He shouted as I quickly grabbed Niall's hand, running as fast as I could, letting out a quiet gasp as I looked back to see that he wasn't that far behind us. Who would've thought he'd be that fast with those short legs?

"Niall!" I whimpered helplessly, hoping for him to have an idea. Just something. I mean I'd been the one to get us out! He had to come up with something now. It was his turn!

"I FREAKING KNEW I SHOULD'VE HANDCUFFED YOU, YOU LITTLE BITCH!" He kept yelling on the top of his lungs, grabbing his gun and aiming at us, causing us to run even faster. The remote forest area flashing before our eyes. Niall squeezed my hand, taking the lead and running into the forest, pushing me behind a tree, securing me in his arms as we tried to regain our breaths, Marty's angry voice echoing throughout the woods.

"I will find you.. I will find you and I will KILL YOU BOTH!" The quiet clicks of his gun and the loud bangs of the piercing bullets, causing shivers to run down my spine. He was furious. He was in his killing mood. He had just threatened to kill us. He wanted to kill us...

A silent gasp escaped my lips as Niall's hand quickly flew up to my mouth, hushing me. We can't let him hear-" His voice faded away, the sound of rapid footsteps coming closer and closer, drowning out his voice. I pressed my body up against his, clutching his shirt and buiring my face in his chest.

"Niall.. is this the end of us?" I whispered, letting a few tears escape as I heard the footsteps get louder and louder, the clicks of the gun also increasing their volume. We were going to die. Right here. Right now, after we'd been so happy to find a way to escape, death catching up with us once again. I just couldn't avoid could I? The universe was trying hard to make me leave. To make me realize that I wasn't needed in this world. I apparently just had to die..

He caressed my back affectionately, trying to calm me down but I could feel the tension in his body: He was scared out of his mind.

"I-I don't know" His voice cracked midways and I couldn't help but burst into tears myself. Maybe this was the best. The world didn't deserve another killer. We already had enough of wars and dead people. We had enough killers in this world. Why did we need me then?

"Well, well, well.. There we have our litte rats" He smirked in victory, pointing the gun at us, face lit up with excitement, aching to pull off the trigger. I cuddled up closer to Niall, letting his warm embrace consume me, trying to memerize as much about him before it all ended. My tears drenched his shirt once again. What a lovable memory? It all ends with me searching for unreachable comfort in his touch. In his warm embrace, knowing that it'll be the last thing I'd ever feel. I looked up at him with teary eyes, the outline of his face being blurry and just making this simple task impossible. Would I be able to remember him? My angel? Would I remember his rosy cheeks, ocean eyes and bleached hair? Would I remember his soft, angelic voice? Would I remember his hugs and gentle pecks?

Would he remember me in heaven? Would I go to hell for killing all of this people?

"I'm sorry.." He whispered, the cold laughter drowning out his shaky voice. He brushed the hair out of my face, planting a quick, quite shocking kiss on my lips before I was taken out of his grip and forced up against the nearest three, kicking, screaming and fighting for dear life. Please don't let this be the end.. Please?

The gun was brought to my forehead just as a well-known voice cut through the air:

"STOP!!" Matt was running towards us, a couple of cops running right behind him, causing Marty to drop the gun and make a run for it, trying to avoid the life in prison his friends had made sure to avoid but he? Stupid, impulsive Marty had never been smart enough to think twice about the cops. Not that this rescue wasn't surprising me.. Like how did Matt know where we'd been held hostage?

The cops ran after Marty, catching him after a few minutes as Matt ran towards me engulfing me in a warm hug. I'd never been this happy to see him and it was obvious that these emotions were mutual.

"Thank God, you're okay" He mumbled, squeezing me lightly as I helplessly looked at Niall, giving him a shy smile that only made him look away from me. Oh no.

Matt finally pulled away and I wondered if it was the awkward silence that had made him do so or if it was just odd for him to hold me for so long. I knew it was different from all the other times he'd hugged me and I wasn't sure if I liked it or not.

"Come.." He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and I took myself in looking down at Niall, knowing that he would just avoid my gaze again. Leading me towards the car, he gestured for Niall to follow us, all 3 of us being in one car, and driving away from the place that had caused me more pain and grief than I'd be able to do myself. Than my relationship with Matt had ever been able to cause and simply more pain than my imagination had been able to create an image of. Finally I was going home..

***

The drive seemed longer than I remembered it but finally we were at Cecilia and I's shared flat. She was already standing outside, eyes bloodshot from crying but a soft smile growing on her face as I waved at her, quickly getting out of the car to hug her. I had almost forgot how beautiful she was with her blonde hair and green eyes. I had almost forgot how soft and sweet her voice was but how powerful her hugs were. I had almost forgot my best friend but I'd got a new one as well.. right?

"I-I was so worried!" She cried, squeezing me lightly and simply refusing to let go before I had told her everything. So I did. I told her everything, not leaving just one point or horrible event out of the long stream of words that left my lips, feeling bad as she started crying harder. She couldn't believe it and I as stood there and told her about it I couldn't believe it either and I wondered if she feared me now. I wasn't the same girl anymore. Sweet, innocent Jerrica was gone. Dead as her hope for the future. Left was an empty case of her former personality. A merciless killing machine..

"Go talk to him" She whispered, wiping her eyes in her sleeve and staring intently at the way I kept stealing glances at Niall.

"We can talk later" She added, knowing me well,enough to see that I was about to protest and giving me a gentle push towards him. Shyly looking up at him, I bit my lip trying to think of something clever to say.

"Hey!" Oh shit. Well done, JJ! I rubbed my arms, trying to keep the warmth in the cold that had suddenly built up between us.

"Hey.." He avoided my gaze, a sting of hurt piercing me.

"So... What are you going to do now?"

He shrugged, looking out in the distance, trying his best to not look at me. I had no idea why that hurt so much.. but it did.

"Matt.." His voice dripped with disgust he tried to mask, trying his best to act as neutrally as possible, eyes flashing with that unfamiliar emotion from earlier.

"...lent me his phone so I could call my friend Louis. He should-" He got interrupted by the loud honk of a horn, a voice calling his name.

"Niall!! Get your ass over here mate!"

He grinned, taking a step forward but I quickly grabbed his hand, not wanting for him to go just yet.

"W-Will I ever see you again?" I whispered, watching as his ocean blue eyes softened a bit before getting as cold and hard as they were before. He pulled his hand back, taking a few steps backwards.

"What do you need me for? You have Matt!"

My heart shattered into pieces as I watched him walk away. I wanted to yell for him to come back. To run after him and explain everything but... I didn't. I couldn't. I wouldn't. I knew that I'd already messed up everything. That I'd lost something very valuable. My angel. And as things looked now, he wasn't coming back. I'd lost him forever. This was goodbye. I hated goodbyes...

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