Onslaught of the Galaxies

There is Only One Beginning

The crackling of the gravel road beneath my sneakers was obnoxious in the crickets harmony with the crystal stars hanging in the sky. The wind whispered through the trees as I got a chill crawling up and down my spine from the cold biting at my face.

"Geez it's chilly", I mumbled to myself. The sunsets rainbowy gloom was overtaken by the still, black night. The gravel roads hills made me queasy about walking on the road at night. A aged street sign crawling with vines read "Grandit Lane". The name might be soothing but not the street itself. I heard an animal and reflexed in the frightened position. It was probably just a raccoon...But something was wrong, It was different. Too slow for an animal yet, too fast for a person,but one single thing set it off, it was too tall. I shouldn't of spoken to that stranger, but I did. "Hello?" I all got back was my echo of the forest. A great white flash out my right eye filled my vision and a truck horn shrieked. I was so focused on the figure that the truck's tires seemed inaudible. There was no point in calling for help, anything I would do would be drowned by the truck's horn. I was paralyzed with fear, staring into the headlights of that god-forbidden car.

...then the pain erupted.

I felt fingers of pain sting my right side and I was like a ragdoll and flew to the left. I landed with a thunk and I groaned in pain. I was on my side and looked up, my mind was still spinning...literally and figuratively. It was still blurry but I saw a figure, a boy about my age. A little bit taller than my height. Maybe like 5'4. He wears a bandanna that reads 'Forever the protectors' around his neck and mouth. He stays laid down in the muddied dirt. He flips off his back and pulls his bandanna down quickly and coughs hoarsely. A dark liquid drip out his mouth... 

Blood.

My eyes seem to widen immediately after the realization. I open my mouth to speak to him, then shut it fast. I don't know who this guy is or--what, this guy is. I slowly get up, pain haunting my ankle when I stand. I limp backwards, away from him...cautiously. He stops finally stops coughing for a second and looks up at me as if he knew I was leaving the whole time, which he probably did. 

He gives a wryly smile, "So...I just saved your life and you repay me by running away?" I open my mouth to speak but he interrupts, he scoffs and looks down at the now bloody dirt, "Typical girl." I walk over to him shyly and kneel beside him, I give him a water bottle out of my bookbag and try to speak.

"Thank you..." I mumble softly, purely out of gratitude. I try to stand but then I drop onto my knees again. I bite my lip from the pain that shoots from my ankle. Breathe Angel, Breathe, my mother used to say, I used to panic a lot when I got nervous or anxious. I don't have a lot of memories of her, but I just remember that. I finally gather the strength to stand and I limp back to my house. On my way back I realize how much I owe that boy. And all I did was give him a stupid water bottle...