C.R.E.W

Chapter 17 ~ Savior

I was laying down on cold, wet concrete. My head was facing straight up at the sky. My eyes were closed, my body wasn't moving, I was pale, I was cold, and most of all, I was alone. Until... I felt a light patting on my face. The hands were keeping my head up, they felt hard and sweaty, but they also felt warm?

The words I was listening for were muffled, I couldn't hear anything but a bunch of covered up syllables. The words echoed through my head, everything was foggy, cloudy. I couldn't think straight, my brain wasn't even thinking at all.

The patting started turning into slapping and I couldn't force myself to wake up or even, at most, get up. The voices were getting louder and I could feel myself trying to grasp onto some form of life, anything. I felt another wet, hard slap as a dirty body part touch mine. I felt air go into my lungs and something come up my throat. The person stopped squeezing my nose with every form of grip they could even have. The person jolted away once finished and did nothing that I was overly aware of for a few seconds, then went back to slapping.

I felt a cough rise up my throat and I began wheezing aloud for everyone in probably a thirty mile radius to hear.

The person squealed, "Prixley, oh my God!!" The voice was a female's and that was about all I could gather. She picked me up and held my head in her arms, "Prixley," she breathed, "are you okay?" The girl finished.

My eyes were not even open all the way, they stayed in the same position they had been for the past...I don't know how long. My thoughts were slowly clearing up and I could register the words coming from the voices I was hearing.

I started blinking rapidly and waking myself up.

I was in someone's arms, they wrapped around me loosely, unwillingly giving me room to move away. I looked up and immediately tried to scurry and run away. I rolled out of the person's arms and backed away as fast as I could. I pulled myself backwards to give myself a distance from the person sitting before me. My legs were out in front of my body and I was looking down at the concrete below me. Tears were, once again, streaming down my face. I was biting my lip hard, almost ready to bleed. I looked straight at the girl in front of me, I stared her in the eye. Her eyebrows were curved, she was sad, confused, upset.  We gazed at each other, admiring each other, and quickly broke the bond as I leapt forward and grasped the person in my arms.

"Noelle..? NOELLE!!" I screamed and hugged her like there was no other bother in the world. I grabbed her, I didn't know if I was choking her but I didn't care. I held onto her, I pulled her in, I cried in her shoulder, I was clutching onto her gray-looking shirt. We were kneeling on the wet concrete floor hugging one another until our arms would detach from our bodies.

I cried an "oh my God" under my breath as I sobbed into her shoulder.

"Shhh, shh, you're okay." She continued to hug me and rubbed my back but quickly stopped. I felt her pull her hand away.

Her facial expression was not visible to me, her head was planted on my shoulder and my head was dug into hers, I was balling my eyes out, never letting go.

She lifted my head up, and after a few seconds, she told me, "Will you please, tell me if you're okay and why you're out here?" She moved my hair behind my ear.

I sniffled and wiped my nose with a fist, "I need to tell you everything."

She nodded and held my head in place, "Prixley, you're bleeding, a lot." She whimpered.

I was confused and turned around, it was enough for me to see the blood all over the black cement and all over the back of my shirt. I turned back to her, shaking. I covered my mouth in disbelief.

She caressed my face and comforted me, "hey, hey, she forced me to meet her eyes, "it's going to be okay."

I nodded rapidly, unsure of what to do other than listen.

"...but I need to take you to the Doctor's."  She continued to hold her hands on my cheeks as I groaned.

"No, no, no." I groaned as I gently placed my hands against her wrists to pull them down.

"You're losing pints of blood, you're-" she tried to continue but I just kept shaking my head.

"Please," she stroked my hair, "If you're going to let me help you again, please, let it be this time." She looked at me for confirmation. Her eyes also welling with tears and shimmering in the light of dawn.

My jacket was lying on the ground, it was pulled off my body and set to the side by the dumpster that I didn't remember from before.

I sniffled, I wanted to be anywhere but the doctor's office, anywhere but the hospital. I was already going mental and I knew it. The last thing I needed was for them to ask me how or where I got the slit. The girls in the group left me and I had nowhere to go. I tragically almost got killed but thankfully enough, although it sounds weird to say, only got cut and slit in the back by a walking psychotic maniac who is not giving up.

"Prixley, please." She put both her hands on my cheeks as she brought me back to reality instead of my fantasy world.

One thing was for sure, that robotic lady was not part of my fantasy world, she was most definitely a reality.

I squeezed my eyes and pressed my lips as I accepted my fate, "please, yes."

"Thank you." She smiled.

She pulled out her phone and made a phone call.