Before my last breath

The strange encounter 🙂

Breath, 1, 2, 3 breath. LORD. I forgot how hard running was. I collapse onto the kerb. BEEEEEP. Oops forgot I was by a busy road. I shuffle out the way of the car that passes inches away from me. The shop was just round the corner. I heave myself up holding onto a lamppost. God, I should have worn more decent clothing for running, and Lordy what was that smell. I definitely should have put on more deodorant before running. My shoe slips on the kerb and my hand quickly replaces it to steady myself. Weird, the kerb was soft. EWWW, the smell was not me, it was the dog poo that was under the lamppost but was now smeared all over my hands even in the cracks of my fingers. I use a nearby trash bin and scoop up an old magazine. I tear out the pages and wipe my hands with them. Uhhh it was still under my stubs of my fingernails. DISGUSTING! I take out a used perfume from my bag and dig out a plastic mountain water bottle from the bin. I tip it into the perfume and shake it. I then spray the few drops left onto my hands drop both bottles in the bin and walk on. No more jogging for now. 

AHA! Found it. Peachy was just next to the newsagents. Why...just..just..why? Now I was hungry. No. I can't let myself down, if I want to do this I will have to start the way I mean to carry on! I turn my nose up at the shop and walk face first into a pole. "FUCK"  OWWW that really did hurt. But wait, I was flying. Well, more like levitating. Does not matter, I was somehow lifting off the ground. Bizarre, I know! The only time time in the movies when people levitate after hurting themselves is when they are dead. Great 😒. Maybe this was how it was meant to end. But wait again, I can open my eyes. Wow I really good looking boy is holding me in his arms he must have picked me up. His lips are moving. I wonder what he is saying. I am most definitely dead. So this is technically my imagination, I can make him say anything I want. 

OUCH! Wait a minute, you are not meant to feel pain when you are dead, are you? I open my eyes properly and stand up. Gosh, there really was a hot boy there. He then says something...

"So are you going to stop leaning on me?" 

Wait. This is not what he is meant to say. Oh well you can't have everything..

"Umm sorry. I umm tripped and fell."

"No you hit your head on a pole"

God, was he really just going to stand there correcting me?

"Well sorry... it's almost like I hit my head and is now suffering from brain damage. Ohh wait. I did hit my head. 🙄"

"Ok. Enough with the attitude. I actually came to help you. I was with my mates and I saw you hit your head. It was so funny I almost fell of my bike."

"Okie, very funny you can go make fun of my somewhere else. Shoo shoo."

"Sorry, sorry. But then you just lay there. My mates all went off saying that it was fine and that I was being a weakling. But I guess I was right, cos you look like you hurt yourself. Am I right"

I hate to admit it but 

"Yeh you are right. My head hurts."

I rub my head feeling like an idiot. This boy just got ditched by his mates, and for what, me? I scratch the front of my head as that's where it hurt the most.

"Umm..." This is the sound that came out of his mouth when I did this.

Great, my shirt probably lifted up showing the rolls of fat.

"What are you gaping at boy. You know what I don't even want it know. Just go gape somewhere else." I raise my voice trying not to let the whimpers out. I was becoming so self conscious right now. The tears were plastered to my face as they hung from my eyelashes.

"Wait. No. Sorry. That is not what I was looking at. Under your hair umm, there is lots of..."

I knew he was going to say wrinkles or spots or even worse he was going to say a huge forehead. I take my hand and place it firmly on the top of my forehead. Ouchie! A current of pain exploded from my head. 

"Blood?"

"Yeh that is what I was trying to tell you. Umm sorry, I did not mean to make you cry."

"Well you could have just said that it was blood dumb ass!"

"Look sorry I.. I don't like blood. It makes me feel nauseous."

"That's not very man like is it." I say this breaking into a little girly laugh

"Yeh I know sorry."

"Well I don't have any tissues. Do you?"

"Yeh here."

He pulls out of his rucksack a pack of tissues. He takes one out of the packet and unfolds it. All of a sudden I feel a warm arm on my shoulder. His hand with the tissue in was placed on my forehead and his bare bicep touching my shoulder skin. He looks into my eyes and I look back. His eyes are emerald green with a tint of brown around the edges. Out heads are so close I can smell his brown fluffy hair. Mhhh chocolate. The heat between us is so good, it's just how it's meant to be. I just wonder how good his lips would feel against mine. I stand up a bit taller so I am the same height as him. I bite my lip and slowly lean towards him. I suddenly feel my top lift up at the bottom. Oh no. His eyes avert down and he steps away. 

"Okie, hope you get better"

No, no, no, no, no, no, this is not how it was meant to end! He was meant to kiss me. STUPID, STUPID FAT ROLLS! But who can blame him. There are way prettier girls out there than me.

"Just cos I am fat does not mean I am not girlfriend worthy" I scream this at the top of my lungs

But he is already on his bike cycling down the road

"Bye" His deep voice echoes down the street

"Bye.." Is all I could whisper back. Tears were already clogging my throat. 

No phone number, no age, no address, no name. What was I doing? I was a mess and I needed to sort my life out fast. Any longer and it might not even be worth changing it ...