When I get home it's about twelve-thirty. The girl must have left, all of her stuff is gone. She folded the blanket before she left.
Ready to walk to the bench, I start to regret even bothering to come into the house just so I could leave the house again. I head back out of the door and to the bench.
Today there's someone on the bench again, but they're awake. I sit down silently.
Then, the person sitting on the bench says hello, I say hello back. They have a girl's voice. Then she turns to look at me. I know her! She's the girl from yesterday, the one who was sleeping oon the bench. It's easier to see her brown complexion in the light. I stare at her with the most baffled face. She looks back at me with horror in her eyes.
"What's wrong, you okay? " I ask
"Do you need help?" I begin to reach towards her, but before I can fully remove my hand from it's Lock, she starts screaming "kidnapper! Get away from me!" Which is somewhat useless, because this is practically a ghost town. I'm probably one of the youngest residents under the age of forty. I begin to feel more like a creep thinking about the thoughts that I'm thinking.
I try speaking again.
"Um, I don't know what you're talking about I've never kidnapped anything or one."
"What the heck do you mean? You kidnapped me yesterday," she bawls "and I escaped this morning."
This is golden, absolutely perfect.
"Excuse me?!" I reply "You escaped?" I'm having trouble holding back tears at this point. I laugh at her.