Screaming At Trees [Axel]

I gasp in surpirse when he picks me up, and begin my regrets. How will I trust this? He could take me anywhere while holding me, and my fear paralyzes me. A thousand thoughts run through my head when he slows down. A voice comes clear enough to grab my attention, but I don't catch the words, for I was too zoned out. I hear laughing, and make a wild guess. A rather upsetting one too, it seemed they were laughing at someone. Not me though, it was different. The man carrying me? Maybe, and thats just upsetting. I'm guessing we're back in the District though. When he sets me down the damp feeling grows stronger, and soon he's pulled me under something and I hear the rain pouring. That unmistakable pitter-patter of rain can't get by me.

The question if I could or could not make my way from here was an easy one. Well, it should be. I bite my lip. I wouldn't even be able to describe where I lived. "To tell the truth, I have absolutely no idea where to go." I say. This is quite frusterating. If I had even a small idea of where I was, I might be able to make a guess route, but Philly seems to have made sure to take as many turns as she could. Winding up making me absolutely confused. Maybe she'd be hanging around, waiting to see if I'd come out. It's possible, she's done it before. Gathered a few people to wait for me to come out, and then thought it was a riot when a peacekeeper was with me. Maybe they left when the rain started, if they did come, which would mean nobody can take me to the house. "Guess I'm pretty much lost." I say.

Sitting in the chair I put my head in my hands. I'm thinking about how to descibe. "It's not my family that I live with" I mutter as quiet as I can, running my fingers through my hair. I think about Philly, she would be waiting to see what Mr. Ferere would have to say about me being late again. Nontheless, me being outside alone. Which I'm not supposed to do. But if I don't go back, he'll get worried. Philly will spend the night because it'll be raining and dark outside. I feel like I'm being tugged at. To go or not to go back to the house. I definently don't want to go to a strangers house. I sigh and decide on it.

"I live with the Fereres." I say, "And the house next door has three very loud dogs." I keep thinking of ways to describe it. This is very, very hard. "Uhm..." I say, "The best I can do after that is there is a tree so close to the door I would run into it If the front door wasn't there to bang against it and warn me."

I smile, glad to be rid of Philly for now. "Thank you" I say, and continue to wait. I'm waiting to get to the house. Maybe it's a good thing I met this stranger. Okay, Amodar. I hear the splash of running feet, and a door open and slam shut. It's right ahead, maybe Philly. A possibility, but it could always be someone rushing to get home in the rain. I hope it is, because if it's Philly she's going to be dashing to my room this very second.

It was interesting though, hearing him talk to Philly that way. She would be either embarassed, or mad. Either way tonight isn't going to be a good one. No matter what anyone does, or how anyone feels, she'd be certain to be in my room tonight. Some kids get monsters under the bed, some get creepers in closets, I, on the other hand, get Philly on the floor. Difference: It's not my imagination.