Snippet #2332836

Xavier eventually had fallen asleep on the bench, dreaming peacefully. He woke up some time later, and sat up, trying to remember what he was doing. Noticing that the sun was just starting to come up, he knew his mom, or someone, was going to give him hell for sneaking out. He hated being confronted like that, being told you did something wrong. So, he decided it would be best if he just... stayed there, for a little while longer. Maybe they'd forget about him, or think he went off to work, or... or.. something.

After a moment, Xavier curled back up on the bench, staring at the ground in front of him. The city was pretty quite, but it was so early that it would be expected that not many people were around. Xavier wasn't exactly sure how long he laid there, just staring at the ground thinking, but it was long enough for him to decide something was wrong with the city. With the government. With... everything. Nothing seemed right, and he always felt like he was being watched. More so after the book incident when he was younger. Wondering what time it was, Xavier reached into his pocket but found no phone in there. Then he remembered leaving it at home. When his mom woke up, she'd see he didn't have it. "I'm so screwed," he muttered, curling up on himself.

Then he heard footsteps. He tensed a bit, listening to them come closer to the park. Relax, they're just passing by, they won't even see you, he reasoned with himself, but that didn't help release any of his tension.

Soon, he saw a girl, but he immediately knew she'd be something like trouble. For one, she wasn't wearing what they were supposed to. Her clothes were more colorful looking. And, she was wearing an odd mask. Xavier swallowed nervously, closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep. The last thing he needed was more trouble. But, he had no luck.

The woman kicked him, for one thing, which he had to admit hurt, but when he opened his eyes she was also pointing a gun at him. Fuck fuck fuck she's going to kill me, she's going to fucking kill me,he thought, panicking and eyes going wide.
“Who the h’ll are ya and the fuck ye’ doin’ ‘ere?” the woman said, though he could barely understand with the heavy accent.

"I...I...." he stuttered. he usually wasn't liek this, but you'd freeze up to if you had a GUN pointing at you. What could this lady want? "Look, I'm sorry I snuck out, okay!I... I... didn't think it would be that much of a big deal! And I only left my phone because I thought I;d lose it!" he said, words coming out in a rush. Most of that was a lie, especially the phone part. He left his phone because he knew it was the reason people kept acting weird.

"P-please, just don't shoot me," he said, voice now quieter as he stared at the gun in her hand.