Ok so i used to draw these comics about a girl who was easily distracted and a squirrel who constantly saved her life from a masked guy who wants to kill her. Now I suck really bad at drawing so these people and squirrel dont have mouths and neither did my art projects. (thats how i came up with the title) Im only writing these because TB said i dont have enough stuff on my movellas, so i decided to write the UNSPOKEN comics in journal entry form from Wanted's point of view.


6. i'm never gonna get them back

 Yes, the brisk autmn air and into a cop. Seriously like he was standing right outside the door waiting for me to come out. He grabbed my arm and took a long look at me. He looked confused when he saw the orange hair. Then he looked right into my eyes and his grip tightened. He took my backpack and pulled my hands behind my back to cuff them. I quickly swung around and roundhouse kicked him right in the chest. He fell, but started to get back up. I sat on him so he couldn't get up. I didn't weigh much, but he had a couple of broken ribs, so he didn't try and struggle. Sparky ran down my arm and nibbled on the screw that held the handcuffes together. In less than a minute my hands were free and I got up. The officer held his chest and attempted to get up. I didn't feel the least bit sympathetic for him, so I clapped my hands hard over his ears and he fell back down unconcious. Breaking into a store, stealing products, and beating up an officer probably didn't help my record, but I didn't care. All I needed were those pictures. I took my backpack and started running in what I hoped was the right direction, until I tripped over something. I used my arm to brace my fall, but ended up landing on top of it. I could feel tears in my eyes and my stupid contacts were making them sting, so I took them. I stared at my arm and saw that it was bent at an odd angle, the pain was almost unbearable, so I walked to the nearest bench and reached into my pack with my good arm. I rolled up my sleeve and noticed that my arm was bruising, but I couldn't stop it. I really wished I had an ice pack, but I settled for a peice of torn fabric from one of my spare shirts and used it as a gauze. Sparky nudged my hand as if trying to make me feel better. All I wanted to do was lay down and sleep, but I got up and carried on. I went back to where I had fallen and saw what I had tripped over. A knife, his knife. It was drippin with blood, but it was used to write a message. It was almost unreadable, but  I could make out the words: Getting warmer...behind where it all began...Look Out. I cleaned off the knife and stuck it through my belt loop to keep it close. I knew I was getting closer, but what did behind where it all began mean?  I found out what "Look Out" meant pretty quickly though. All of a sudden three cops appeared, and they didn't look happy. They all ran toward me at once, and I was too weak to fight, or run for that matter. I just stood there and let my self be cuffed, shoved in the car, and let them drive me to my fate.

When we got to the station I was put into a holding cell. A while later a cop led me to an office. I wasn't sure who it belonged to though. It had posters of the human body and an uncomfortable cot-like-thing that I was gestured to sit on. A lady in a white coat came and examined my arm. When she took off the gauze, she looked startled. I looked at my arm saw that it had turned almost completely blue. I winced every time she tried to touch it. She put a hard plastic case around it and it was hard to move. They led me back to my cell. Thats when I realized my pack was missing, and my knife, and Sparky. Where was he My brain switched itself to panic mode. I quickly remembered our code. I clapped my hands three times and he hopped right to me. I patted his head and motioned towards the guards desk and pointed at the lock. I was expecting a key when he came back with my hammer in his mouth. He knows me so well. It was easy for him to slip through the bars. Then I heard footsteps coming down the hall, I hid the hammer under my sweatshirt and motioned for Sparky to hide. The guard came in and sat down at his desk. Then he got all comfortable and I realized he wasn't leaving anytime soon. I layed down on the bed and thought to myself, i'm never gonna get them back.

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