Jordan:
“No problem” I reply. She deserves my help.
“Thanks, Jordan. Really, Thank you.”
“Do you need me to pick you up? I can find an excuse to leave school early, or whatever. You know.” I can almost feel her smile through the phone.
“That’d be great, thanks again. See you soon.”
I leave fifteen minutes later, claiming to feel ill. I drive round to the hospital as quickly as I can, my Ford rumbling down the road; making too much noise. I pick up Natalia, helping her into the front seat.
“Thanks again.”
“It’s nothing, really.”
We drive in silence for a while, neither of us sure what to say. I stop to get petrol, and when I get back in the car with a coffee for her and a tea for myself, she seems to have regained some of her zest, greeting me with one of her bouncy “Hey!”s. I start driving down the road towards her house, but she says “No. I dont want to go home yet.”
I nod, not asking questions, instead taking her down the the local park; I help her over to a bench. We sit for a while, catching up on each other’s lives. I tell her all she has missed, although I am hardly the most up-to-date on the social going ons. After a while she asks me to help her walk, so she can get back on her own feet sooner. I help her up, her hand around my shoulder. We go up and down the path once like this, her holding tight to me, limping long. Then she tries to let go, gasping and falling down suddenly.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” I tell her, after catching her instantly. I carry her back to the bench, and she sighs. I watch her, how the sun reflects off her hair, making it glow. She turns to look at me, and I turn away quickly, hoping she didn’t see me staring. As the sun begins to set, we decide it is time to get going, so I drop her home.
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Surrounded by Darkness, yet Enfolded in Light
General FictionIt alternates POV between an extremely depressed boy, and a happy go-lucky girl who wants the best for him. As the story goes on, things may not be as they seem.
