Each And Every Step

Chapter five

I looked up from my feet, not knowing what to think. My name, how would they know what my name is, unless... they know me somehow? They both still had their hoods on, so there was no was way of telling if I knew them, but they obviously, knew me.

"No? Not Fisher? Ugh, why do I always get faces wrong, just shoot him, we don't need to take the chance". The woman demanded. I hadn't heard her speak, but now that I had, it sounded familiar. She seemed a few years older than me. I couldn't put my finger on it, but it was someone I know I hadn't seen in a long time. Their voice had changed, it had grown, but I could still hear the person they used to be at the back of it. I knew who they used to be, but this new person wasn't them, I mean I couldn't imagine being friends with a murderer, but at the least I had known them. Then what she had said came to me.

I quickly turned my eyes to her. "Wait, no, I am fisher, who are You?!" I pleaded with her.

"Her eyes widened, "Okay wait" she signalled to the other man..."really? And you're looking for... what was his name?..."

"Oatmeal" I shouted "I'm looking for Oatmeal..." My eyes filled with tears wondering who this was, and whether they would spare my life. I must have been friends with them since they knew my cat, but... who were they? Her voice echoed back into my ears over and over again, why don't I remember who she is?

"Fisher... Why are you here?! Oatmeal isn't in the town, he never has been, he wouldn't have come this far out, why aren't you just in the treehouse or something, I saw you up there a few nights ago!" She shouted at me.

I stood there stunned for a minute, the treehouse, Maise's treehouse... It was... Maise.

"Maise? MAISE?! What am I doing here, what are You doing here?! I'm out here looking for my cat while your shooting people, what happened!" I yelled at her. I wanted answers. She had changed so drastically, I couldn't have imagined Maise turning out like this when we were friends! I knew she was older than me but this wasn't her, I knew it wasn't!

"Listen Fisher, I need you to get out of this town! There are bad people here, I know this isn't the best place for you to figure everything out, but please, I'll help you find Oatmeal if you just get out of here!" She continued shouting at me, demanding I leave, I wanted to know more, I wanted to figure out what had happened, but I knew she wouldn't tell me. She starred at me before giving me a look that was a mix of anger and sadness. I knew I had to get out of here, get out of this building, so I told her I'd leave. She reached into her back pocket and threw me a key to the back door. I caught it and flipped around to face the door that now I suddenly did not want to step through. The same door, but so many different feelings, the same door, but so many new things I knew. I unlocked the door, but not without glancing back to Maise, but she wasn't looking at me. I turned my head back and twisted the doorknob I wished I could have twisted earlier. I took a step out on to the wood deck just before shutting the door behind me. I didn't know what would happen to her, I didn't know what would happen to me, but I felt that Maise probably knew best, so I'd get out of there.

As I stepped out onto the boards, they creaked, but this time I wasn't scared. I just stepped to the side and took a seat. My bag dropped onto the ground in a thump. I was so tired, exhausted from everything going on. Everything around me made me feel like I was going insane. I just starred into the sky. looking for something some relief. I wanted someone, something to reach down a hand and guide me. I didn't know where I was supposed to go next? Was I supposed to just leave and look somewhere else, or do I stay and wait for someone? Maise said she'd help me find Oatmeal, but I don't know how long she's gonna be before she does that?! Or if she even is going to help, she could just be lying. The Maise I knew wouldn't do that, but Maise had changed, she was a new person, maybe she would lie. I can't believe I'd lost touch with a person who I sleep on the same property as them almost everyday.