You Better Fear Me Dear, for I Am Death

[Bee’s POV:]

Tears, that’s all I could see.

I was so stupid.

I shouldn’t have fallen for his beautiful smile, and gorgeous ways.

He’s a rock-star after all.

I knew he’d be trouble. That’s why I stayed away from boys during high school and now.

I was running. I knew I’d be in major trouble.

I stopped to see where I was.

Nothing seemed familiar; I was lost in the giant city known as Paris.

Shit.

[Oliver]

I ran after her. But I couldn’t see which way she went.

Nearby stood some kids, wearing my Drop Dead stuff, I decided then to ask them for help.

“Hey, could you guys help me find someone?” I asked.

They looked me up and down, thankfully they weren’t about to attack me.

“Sure, if you promise to photo with us,” One asked.

“Sure mate.” I said looking at them.

“So who are you looking for?” Another asked.

“A girl who ran out crying, did you see anyone running anyway?” I asked.

“Oh yeah, she looked affright, poor thing.” A girl said looking at me.

“Oh, um do you know what direction she went in?” I asked.

“Oh, she went straight down this one. But you better find her. Paris isn’t one to welcome innocent girls alone.” The girl said.

I looked at them thanked them and ran off in the direction they said.

Everything looked different then the last I was here.

Nothing looked like before; it made me wonder if she knew where she was going?

I continued on trying to not give up finding her.

She was different, I might have screwed up. But I’ll make it up to her.

Please just let me find her.

I thought.