Otherworld

Meeting New People

The first thing that happened when I woke up was smell. I smelled heat and spice and nature. I was comfortable, and warm, and nothing else mattered. I turned over, grasping something even warmer than the bed. At first, I was too tired to care. But then reason nagged at me, and I was alarmed, jolting awake.

My eyes flew open.

A handsome, angular face that I knew looked harsh even when its owner laughed rested on a silver pillow. He draped his arm and leg over me, and grabbed tightly. He breathed in the way only a person asleep could, and that's when I realized that we were cuddling.

I'm cuddling.

With a stranger.

Naturally, I freaked.

I wriggled my foot in between us, and kicked his chest, hard. He fell off the bed. I ran to the door, not really seeing the room, and slammed it open. I dashed down a hallway, finally fully awake, realizing that I had absolutely no clue where I was headed. But I still let my feet fly. I made a left, a right, and another right before I was tackled. I thrashed and kicked wildly, I slipped through the grasp of the man wearing the grey hoodie, and continued onward. I reached full speed, finally, and made sure to make more turns and weaved through the obstacles with more ease. I wasn't getting tired at all, and I was faster than I remembered. Way faster; everything past by me in a clear blur, if that even made sense.

I made another turn, and regretted it immediately. There was a large window at the end of the hallway, and the hall wasn't as long as the others. At the speed I was going, I'm crash anyway. I sped up, and hoped that this was the first floor. I crashed through the window, the sound of breaking glass echoing through out my mind.

Shit.

It was a long fall. On the way down, other, more normal people would think, I'm going to die. But me? I tried to figure out why I was running. I think I'm going to have to figure myself out a little later on. But, for now, cue the flashback of the only other time this has happened to me (joking; it's happened one other time too).

when I was little, sense was never manufactured in my brain. I was always kept from sharp objects, edges, makeup, chemicals-everything that could possibly harm me or anyone else around me. You'd think my parents would learn to play very close attention to me all of the time, considering my track record. That week in particular, I've been particularly all about running around spontaniously. I had run right off a large rock in Central Park the other day as well.

That day, we went to the lake. The pier was long and strong, and mom had taken me there so we could fish for a while. She looked away for a few seconds, and I had he most incredible urge to run as fast as I could, so I did. I went straight over the edge of the pier, and splashed into the warm-ish water of the river. The current was stronger than it had looked at first glanced, my mom told me later on. But it always does. She told me how he only realized I'd jumped  when the backsplash had hit him.

The last thing I remember seeing was a dark figure, with four legs and a strong body kicking through the water and a blinding light. Even now, that memory seems like the only vivid one of that day. I remember something that looked like it was wind-blown hair, only I was under water, so that was impossible. After that, a large, more golden figure reached out for me, and I blacked out.

I was pulled right out of my flashback by, well, another tackle. This time, all of my breath was knocked out of me. "I got ya," a voice said. I was still drunk on the adrenaline from earlier, so I flailed and try to escape, but this guy was pretty strong.

"I don't... suppose... we could... talk this out?" I was gasping, hungry for the air the jerk knocked out of me. I saw his grey hoodie and I knew it was the guy from before.