I walked, watching my feet hit the sidewalk. I looked up, seeing people walk by.
I see a man, rushing past in a suit. In his hands he held a briefcase. On his face was worry, as if he was late for something.
He has 10 minutes to stop a bomb from blowing up the city.
I see three girls walking by, looking a couple years older than I was. They chatted loudly, laughing at every other word they said.
They are apart of a prophecy, and that prophecy says they're going to die today.
I see a woman, smiling as she held a child's hand, pushing a stroller. Her kid held a stuffed rabbit.
She had kidnapped those children, and was fleeing the country at that moment.
I sipped my apple cider in my hand, as I continued walking.
I didn't actually know this about any of these people, however. It was pretty fun to make up stories, though.
I walked on, going through a small catwalk that led to my final destination.
There, at the end of the catwalk, was a small park. Two swings rocked back and forth slowly, being pushed by the gentle wind. A bench sat straight ahead.
I took a seat on the bench, feeling the cold wood beneath me as I sipped my drink.
I came here as often as I could, mostly to be by myself. Of course, people were with me there, but they were all strangers.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket, setting my cider beside me. I turned on some music, turning up the volume and putting my phone back into my jacket pocket.
A couple kids, about eight or nine, came around, riding on bikes and laughing. Why they were riding bikes in the middle of January, I didn't exactly know, but I wasn't going to judge.
I mean, I was the one sitting there, blasting Fall Out Boy alone. To them, I was probably just as strange.
Out of no where, a boy plopped down beside me on the bench. I jumped slightly, but that wasn't out of the ordinary for me.
I took out my phone and turned off my music, not wishing to annoy him with it.
I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. He had messy brown hair, and a Coca-Cola bottle in his hands. The glass kind, not the plastic kind. He looked my age, maybe slightly older.
I looked back up, to see some men in black suits not-so-secretly watching us. One guy, a short, balding man, put his finger up to his ear and whispered, as if he was talking in an earpiece.
I felt someone grip my forearm, and I jumped once again. I looked over, seeing the boy looking at me with intense brown eyes.
"When I say run," he breathed, "run."
"W-What?" I stuttered, becoming more worried by the second. Why did he want me to run? Who were the men in black over there?
The men in suits started to walk closer, and I'm pretty sure I started hyperventilating.
"Run!"
I felt the boy grip my hand and pull me off the bench. I gave a failed attempt to grab my apple cider, and then focused more on the, well, situation at hand.
The boy started to run, still dragging me along with him. He took his coke bottle, and threw it at the men in the suits. The Coca-Cola splashed all over the balding man.
The man gave a girly scream, and barked orders at his conrads.
The boy and I started to run, down the street and into a wooded area at the end of it.
I looked behind me, seeing a couple black vans pull up at the edge of the woods. The men in suits got out, and started to run after us.
We continued this chase, until the boy and I made a couple turns and made it to a cliff. We had lost them. I didn't expect a cliff this large to be in the forest, but hey, that day was full of surprises.
I heard the men's footsteps running closer. The boy looked at me and said "We've got to jump."
I looked at him as if he were crazy. A jump from that height would seriously hurt us.
"Isn't there another way? I mean..." I trailed off, looking around. The cliff went all the way on both sides. I started to panic again, thinking that maybe we actually had to jump.
I heard men yelling, and frantically spun around to see the men reappearing.
The boy grabbed my arm and jumped, pulling me with him.
