Dreamers

Can't Leave

Jason took a step forward as I took one back. How do I know I can trust this guy? He never even talked to me. He continued to take steps forward as I took steps back.
"I can play this game all day, Mister," I say a little over confidently. He had a smirk on his face while taking another step forward. Again I take a step back.

Wham!

Right into a tree.
He held out a blue bag similar to the one I got before I fell.

Wait what happened to my bag?

"I think this is your bag." He says shoving the bag into my chest.

Found it.

I look inside to find all the things I had from before.

I look up at him with a confused face.

"Thanks, but who are you and how did know this was mine." He laughs at this, but I've no idea what is so funny.

"Don't act like you don't know who I am, Lylac."

He is a stalker.

"Don't act like you don't know who I am, Jason."

Ok maybe I'm the stalker.

"I never said I didn't know you."

I roll my eyes. "Come with me I have a place you can stay for the night." He said while grabbing my hand and yanking me behind him.

I guess I have to trust him.

He is the only one I  have.
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"Arrgh!! Are we there yet? We have been walking forever!! " I complain as we trudge through the damp forest.

The cool breeze blowing against my face as we walked.

He remained silent and kept walking on, not even acknowledging me.

How rude. Arrrgh!! He is infuriating!

We come up to a big oak tree. Vines and flowers grew from the tree, making it look like one of those talking wisdom trees.

We approach the tree of wisdom-that's what I'm going to call it- and stop, he just stops and stands there.

"Get ready to run," he says why running into the mossy tree.

"What where did you go!!" I say not even hiding the frightened tone in my voice.

"JASON!!"

Always have to do everything with no  help.

Bending my knees and curling my hands into fist, I ran the fastest I could into the tree. (Which was about 2 mph. I'm not very fast).

I brace my self for a hard hit, but end up stumbling into A pair of strong arms. I look up to Jason with that creepy smile on his face. It was sort of crooked but then it was like a full smile, Like Johnny Bravo.(if you know who that is.

I pushed him away from me, him stumbling back against the wall. "Get off of me!" I walked over to this table he has. It is like a genuine table.

" Well I'm sorry for stopping you from falling on your face." He interrupts my thoughts of how much this table looks like the one I had at home. I look back at him and roll my eyes.