Frost

The Boy with No Shoes

After I woke up I looked over at my alarm. It was 6:55. School started at 7:45. Crap. I woke up late. I tried to get out of bed, but I felt dizzy and fell on the floor. I tried again but I stumbled as I went to the bathroom. Suddenly I felt very, very sick. I rushed towards the toilet and I threw up whatever was in my stomach. I had a terrible headache and I was sore all over. Was I sick? I hope not. However, my stomach thought other wise and even I had to reconsider.

"Anya? Are you alright?" Grandma asked me through my bathroom door. I walked out to see her. 

"Anya! You're paler than death himself! Good heavens!" She exclaimed as she put her hand on my forehead. It felt so good.

"And ya hotter than Hell! Stay in bed! You're sick!" Grandma commanded. I protested but everything became dizzy and then the world became black.

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I was burning. I was very sick with the flu. Grandma gave me medicine and then left for work. I was slipping in and out of consciousness. 

"Anya?" a voice called out. I turned to see the boy with no shoes, from my dream last night. He looked concerned. He clutched his staff in a tight grip and was hunched over it. I nodded.

"Are you the boy from my dream last night?" I asked, though it sounded like a whisper. The boy walked over and pulled my chair from my desk and placed it next to me.

"Yes." He said. He reached over and touched my forehead.

"It feels good." I muttered closing my eyes. He was cold and his cooling touch was soothing. He chuckled.

I looked down at his feet.

"Why aren't you wearing any shoes?"

He laughed at that.

"I don't need them."

"Why? Everybody wears shoes."

"One, I don't like them. I like my bare feet, and I can run so much faster with them. Two, I am never cold. I don't feel the cold."

"You're funny." I said. I was talking to this strange boy in my room. It didn't feel strange at all. It was like I already knew him. But from where? Then I remembered.

"You're the boy from my dream!" I exclaimed, which resulted in a coughing fit. It took awhile before it stopped.

"Am I? A dream? Think again Anya, I've known you since you were small." He said. I couldn't remember....where could he have met me? I was silent for awhile.  

"Are you a spirit?"

"Yes."

I wasn't shocked in my dream state.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"I like it here....I like you." He admitted.

"Is that why you are haunting me?"

"Yes."

"Not some quest or favor."

"Actually there is one favor I need you to do."

"What?"

"Be mine." he said. He leaned over and kissed me on my forehead. My body felt alive and well.

"I will." and I fell asleep.

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The boy didn't know what the think. He stared over Anya for a long time. She was oblivious to him and that this moment wasn't a dream. She thought logically, not believing in myths and legends. She had grown up, but there was a part of her that still held onto these things. She was beautiful, her ever changing eyes, and he long brown hair flowing all over her pillow. He made her sick, he admitted. He just wanted to talk to her; get the chance to know her. She would feel better in a week. He would take his sweet time with her. Even if it all was a dream to her. He needed time.  Time for him to complete a spell. He needed to look human. For her.