The only one

Chapter 16

I tried to put positive thoughts in my mind, but seeing his lifeless looking body thrown on the floor, the negative things easily overpowered the positive. I tried breathing in and out, to calm myself down.

But how could I be calm when the light at the end of my tunnel was about to be blow out?

I felt dizzy.

I heard the sound of sirens coming closer and closer.

I closed my eyes and tried to slow my heartbeat.

Then I looked over at him again. I saw all of the scars that had been hidden under the sleeves of his sweatshirts and jeans, I could only see up to his elbows, but there were already too many to count.

But to my surprise, most of them looked old, but there were many new injuries with blood slowly trickling onto his pale skin. But they weren't all bleeding, there were also bruises covering the limited parts of his body that I could see. Much of him was covered by his cloth.

He was wearing jeans so I don't know if his legs were okay. I was too frightened to touch him, I didn't want to hurt him even more.

His eyes were swollen and he had a huge red patch under his right eye. He had scratches with various sizes in different places on his face and most were bleeding or have recently stopped over the past few minutes. His lip was soaked in blood.

He looked so innocent, I know he would never do that to anyone, who would do that to him?

Tears splashed down from my face, falling onto him. I was hovering above him now, carful not to touch. My lungs were still burning from running here and my legs were aching. My ankle was still in pain after I fell.

But that's not what I was focusing on.

What would life be like without him?

I tried to relax thinking, it will be just like before. Then I remember how before was.

Before was going to school scared of students who are the same age and share the same classes. Before was going to the library or that quiet place outside because you don't have anyone but yourself, and soon enough, you'll be loosing her too. Before was the broken hearts that hurt you so bad, but you have no one to fall back on. The days on the bathroom floor crying until you can't breath and you fall onto your knees because you know that it won't get better. Before was not having a home.

Some of these things still happen today of course, but Marcus just made everything better. He could put a smile on my face no matter what had just happened.

He was the spark of hope through the storm.

I would never be able to put into words how much he has helped me, even though it hasn't been that long, I officially met him less than two weeks ago, but he was acting as if I had known him forever.

I let out a strange sound that sounded like a mixture of a cry and a hiccup. I keeled down next to him and put my face in my hands, muffling the sound of my sobbing.

Just then the door slammed open, making me jump.

"Is anyone in here?" yelled a loud voice.

I quickly wiped my tears and jogged over to the stairs.

"Yeah he's up here!" I screamed, hoping it would make them speed up a bit.

Police and paramedics rushed upstairs. The paramedics took him and put him on a gurney. Then they put the stretcher in the ambulance and told me I could come. So I went in with him.

They rushed over to the hospital, he was still breathing.

The last thing I remember was all of the blood sliding down his skin landing on the stretcher.