Nothing really matters to me.

Chapter one

The rain lashed down on the rooftops of the small London houses lining the rough ally that Freddie had to walk through everyday to get back to his apartment. The ally was known for the gangs that used it as a meeting place. Everyday, Freddie would edge along the wall to avoid these people. Today was different.

The gang was standing an the middle, taking up the whole ally. There was no room to scurry past. Freddie stood stock still and waited in the shadows. When the lead member, who was holding a empty bottle of beer, turned, Freddie leaped behind a bin. But he wasn't quick enough as the leader grabbed him by the sleeve of his leather jacket and pulled him out from his refuge. Freddie felt himself be thrown onto the floor.

"Look what we 'ave 'ere lads! A pretty boy come to enjoy the sights! What's your name boy?" The leader asked as the other members jeered.

"F-f-freddie." Freddie stammered.

"Well freddie, what brings you down 'ere?"

"None of your business." Freddie told him as he got up.

"Smart one eh? You shouldn't 'ave said that." The leader knocked Freddie on the head as the rest of the gang surrounded him. They pushed him up against the wall and held him there by his throat. The leader came at him, brandishing the bottle, which had been smashed so sharp glass threatened to puncture Freddie's neck. 

"You never saw nothin' ok? You'll do well to remember never to come 'ere again, you 'ear!"

Freddie, head pushed up against the wall made a small noise as he didn't want his throat slit by the glass.

"Good. Drop 'im!" 

The men dropped Freddie and walked off, one giving him a kick in the stomach for good measure. Freddie, who was covered with multiple cuts and bruises and severely winded, crawled to the end of the ally. A young woman, about the same age as Freddie, if not a few years younger, stopped at the sight of him. Glass was protruding from his right arm and legs, he had a black eye and his clothes were torn. The woman bent down to his level and Freddie, still on all fours, looked up into her green eyes. She noticed the blood seeping from his mouth, soaking his shirt. She helped him up.

"Are you ok? What happened?" She asked, genuinely concerned for the young man.

"Gang..." Freddie managed.

"Can you walk?"

"Just about." With that Freddie stumbled and fell the woman.

"I'm sorry." Freddie whispered.

"It's quite alright," the woman said wiping the blood from his mouth.

"I'm Freddie."

"I'm Jenny."

"Nice to meet you Jenny."

"Nice to meet you too, Freddie. Let's get you to a hospital alright. Do you want me to call an ambulance?"

"No thanks, I think I'll be al....argh!" Freddie shouted as he fell one more time. "Yes please. I don't think I can make it."

"Alright." The woman, Jenny, took out her phone and called an ambulance. When it arrived, the paramedics saw Freddie and they started a game of twenty questions. Before they put Freddie in the ambulance he turned to one of the paramedics and asked him something.

The paramedic went over to Jenny. "Mr Bulsara wishes you to join him." He stated.

"Of course," Jenny said as she climbed into the back of the ambulance with Freddie. He startled her by        grasping her hand. They looked into each others eyes and noticed a spark that neither of them had seen before. Jenny knew that that wet night in London, where she met a man in serious need of medical attention, was the start of something much bigger.