Tears Of London

The Angel

ERIN

The street was full of colors. Cars were rare, but rushing with no reason. I was blinded by their rare lights. But I kept walking along the road, also without any reason.
I must look like a zombie searching for a brain. Talking about brains, I was just waiting for mine to refresh. And, suddenly, I had the idea of taking the first pedestrian crossing I see. With any precise purpose, again.
I did not see the car coming fast.
Before I could understand what was happening, there was a sound. A horn ringing. A tyre screeching. And, finally, the sound of a body crushing on the cold bitumen. My body. And my left leg started to hurt so bad.
A door slammed and some sobs erupted.
- Holy shit !!! I'm... (sniffle) I'm...I'm so, so sorry, I...I didn't...
I raised my head to see her face. She was blade. With an immaculate light skin that was looking exaggeratedly soft. She had lovely pink cheeks where a few tears were already running off. Two large green eyes were staring at me like I was already dead. She was looking like an angel. And she gently took my hand to help me to get up.
- Are...are you alright ? she asked between two sobs. Can you hear me ? Sir, you...can you hear me ?
- I'm...yes, I'm...alright, I answered blinking frantically as my view was blurring.
She had a look at my bruised leg (where my jean turned red) and started crying even more. What she said to me after that had no fucking sense, but I pretended to understand her words, distorted by the tears.
- No worry, I reassured her, half lying. I'm okay. I'm... alive.
Her hand was still touching mine. Her skin was cold, soft. A bit shaking, but her touch was pleasant.
And when I wanted to get back on my way, her free hand seized my right arm.
- No...no, no, no, I am surely not letting you go. Not like this. Your leg is hurt. You are bleeding. I take you to the hospital.
Her last word hit me like I just desalinated. I kept myself from laughing. Is she serious ?
- No. I live close, I replied.
- Please. I feel guilty, let me help you. Let me just buy you some medicines or some stuff to eat...
Outch. Her pity hurted me.
- Oh, I see. I'm black, so I don't have enough money to pay for my own care, I satirized, wounded in my ego. You think I'm a homeless ?
- N...No...that's not what I said.
But in a certain way, she was right. I didn't have money. At least, not enough to pay for some disinfecting shit and my weed.
- Well, you meant it.
I knew I was acting like an asshole. And I had no excuse. I was just determined to become the worst asshole she ever met. Because she hit me. It had gone me upset.
And then, with no looking back, I started to walk away slowly, finishing the last steps I had before joining the other side of the crosswalk. But at the same time, a new horn exclaimed.
Yes. I almost got hit twice in the same night. Maybe I should check before I start walking somewhere, next time.
Fortunately, at the last moment, a hand pulled me backwards, avoiding me taking a bumper in the face.
The girl who was looking like an angel was watching me in the eyes when she said :
- I am NOT letting you killing yourself. Okay ?