The Green Eyes In The Gloom

The Angel

I only remember feeling cold really. That's what woke me up. Not the slight rustle of branches that I would only remember later, nor the moonshine constantly bombarding my shielded eyes. But shielded by what? That was the question in the moment. As soon as my eyes fluttered open there was a sound to my left, I dismissed it though. It was just a fox, right? Nothing too serious. What I could not dismiss was the full moon now glaring down at me from on high. If I looked closely, I could almost see the expression my mother would have upon her usually stern face when I came home. "Ah fuck" I muttered under my breath. I checked my watch. 2:45 am. I decided that it probably wasn't worth going home now, and I could just go home early tomorrow and pretend I was there all along. Little did I know that that was the best decision of my life. I lay down and there it was again. The rustle. Whatever the hell it was creeped me out a good deal, enough to make me look over in that direction and what I saw made me do a double take: there were a pair of bright green eyes staring back at me from the gloom, bright in the reflection of the moon. I blinked hard, but when I opened my eyes they were gone. I turned around but there it was again. The rustle of dead leaves on the otherwise deserted forest floor. I come here because there's no people here, and nobody to look at me. Since my operation, that's all that anyone did. I tried to put the strange eyes out of my mind and try to get some rest. I closed my eyes and turned over. About five minutes later, I'm woken up to that rustling again, only closer this time. I decide to try and experiment. I pretend to stay asleep, and sure enough it's coming closer. And closer. And closer. And closer, until it's right next to me and... It stops. I reach out to touch whatever it is that is next to me. I snap open my eyes as I realise it's about to run away and manage to grab hold of its hoodie. Wait, hoodie? There's not meant to be anyone around here for miles! Anyway, me grabbing the hoodie obviously tripped this person up as I hear a loud thud. I obviously go over to check if this mystery person is okay, and I swear to god I swore off love after my operation but when I turned this person over, I saw the most beautiful thing that had ever graced this earth. But this angel of beauty had one thing wrong. She was bleeding, badly. I look over her shoulder and I see a rock, about the size of my head, and it's crimson. Covered in the blood of this stranger who looked about my age. Too young to die. I panic right then and there, and I call the ambulance. I no longer care what my mother would say, or the questions I would be asked. I care about making sure this thing of beauty lives to open her eyes again.

Hi, so this story is a tale written by my close friend. He doesn't wish to make a wattpad account but he wants his writing to be published. I think this is a really good love story so can you please give this loads of support. The name of this friend is Morgan and he hopes you enjoyed this chapter.
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