Magic doesn't exist

chapter 4

"Come on I can't believe it, I was one step away from him, I was one step away from the truth," I said aloud.
I sat on the bed, rested my elbows on my knees and held my head with my hands, I sighed.
"What balls" I began.
no no no no
"Who is he?" I yelled.
"Who will it be? live with me." my mom said in a joking tone.
"Everything is fine? I heard you were coming back to the house and you ran up."
"Yes mom, it's all right, don't worry".
She went down the stairs.
I lay down on the bed.
I had that boy's piercing gaze imprinted on my mind.
"But what's happening to me? He is probably a murderer, then I saw him from afar and only once ".
I spent the rest of the day studying, thinking and trying to give myself some answers.
But one thing was different.
The memory of that guy was a beautiful memory, in the sense that it gave me a feeling of tranquillity.
He was objectively a handsome boy, but really handsome.
With his gaze on me I felt naked.
I fell asleep in the evening, imagining his eyes.

I didn't have any bad dreams that night, I don't even remember if I had actually dreamed.
I tried again, went into the woods, but this time I met no one.
He went on like this for a straight month.

One day I went in the evening.
Worst attempt ever.
The noises were greater than in the afternoon, I couldn't see much through the trees, I was vulnerable.
My reasoning was intelligent though: "The first time he showed up I was in danger, so if I put myself in danger again maybe I could see him again".
Yes, I'm here, but I don't see anyone running to save me.
I don't know if due to the dark or the fact that I was concentrating on something else, I fell to the ground and cut my palm a little.
The wound was burning and the red liquid streaked halfway down my hand.
I searched my pockets for a handkerchief but found nothing, so I tried to cover the cut with my hand and went back.
In front of me someone blocked my way.
It wasn't him.
He was attracted to my blood, I understood it because he was staring at my hand, he hadn't even looked at my face, he had no other goal than my blood.
He was a man, tall, muscular, with ripped clothes. Because of the dark I could not see well.
I was planted in terror, couldn't move, couldn't make a sound out of his mouth.
"It's over" I kept repeating in my head.
Many tears fell on my face.
From above a voice "RUN AWAY!".
I looked up and saw HIM.
A movement in the stomach, I didn't know if it was the anxiety that moved my previous dinner or the fact that he was a few steps away from me.
The boy I was looking for caught that man's attention and I managed to escape.
And again what had I achieved?
Anything.
I went to bed.
I bandaged my wound.
I went to bed.
But before I could fall asleep, someone knocked on my window.