I sat alone in the ancient home...Long abandoned. It got quite lonely but the neighbors next door were interesting enough to listen to. A mother, Step-father, and a young boy. He had soft blond hair and warm hazel eyes, reminded me of a friend I had so long ago. I missed him dearly. I've been alone for who knows how long, but I assumed I could leave whenever I pleased. I couldn't bring myself to leave though, I grew up in these old walls.
Suddenly the front door creaked open, I dashed to hide under the dining room table.
"This place sure went to hell, didn't it?"
It was a young man, early twenties at the oldest...Light hair, bright eyes and dark clothes.
"This place sure does bring back some old memories...Oh Saza...Where has the time gone?"
He brushed his hand over the table I was under. I could get a better of of him now, Sea-foam green eyes, dark blond hair and a scar running from his left temple to his cheek. Wait, I know this man! I grew up with him, he lived next door for years.
"Nickl?"
"Huh?!?" He spun around quickly, "Who's there?!"
"It's Me! Down here!"
I reached out to grab his ankles, but my hands went right through him.
*Twelve Years earlier* I saw stars. I turned my head and saw the blond boy laying on the sidewalk, there was a huge gash on the side of his head. His temple to his chin. I looked down at my own blood soaked arms...My upper belly had grill marks from the car too. We had just been having a water balloon fight when a woman on her cell phone was speeding down the little road. I was able to push Nickl out of the way but when he fell he hit the curb and cut his face. I looked back to him and saw his chest softly rise and fall. I was so glad he was okay. I tried to get up, but an unbearable pain in my torso kept me down. His mother ran out of the house and cradled his limp body, screaming for someone to call for help. Other neighbors ran over to try to help us, could hear muffles sirens. Everything was muffled, as was my vision, like I had partially crossed my eyes. The sirens were clearer, but not much. Men in blue carefully picked me up and put me on a stretcher. I blacked out as they shut the doors. I re-awoke still in the Ambulance, the chest compressions still burned like fire.
"Saza! Samantha, can you hear me? Saza Squeeze my hand if you can hear me."
His large hand encased mine, I griped as hard as I could. My vision as well as my grip though, faded quickly. Then I was gone.
