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I shifted the glasses on my face to help navigate my way home. I sighed, he was acting weird. He was more cautious, carful around me. I didn't think anyone had known what happened to me or what it had caused. My parents were carful, I was careful to make sure no one, not the press, not the gossip. All of my nurses, physical therapists, doctors, everyone signed an NDA to ensure my condition wouldn't be leaked. As I watched his car disappear over the hill, I began to drag my feet towards my house. I passed a couple of classmates in a smaller group smoking a couple of cigarettes, that I could smell. Ignoring their stares, my journey continued, only when I felt the 3 persons behind me did my slow walk become faster. The panic started to creep up inside, I was only a half a block from school, if I turned around I wouldn't be able to run to get by them.

I decided my only way to possibly get by was to act like I didn't notice, I wouldn't notice them following. Their smoke lingered in the breeze, the small shops I enjoyed looking at became blurry hazes, I remained my focus on the street ahead of me: the red lights, the cars, the people, the noises, everything inside my senses heightened.

I perked up when I noticed a green light, I had walked by it so many times I know the timer it's on for it to change from green to yellow to red, it was about to become a yellow light. My heart skipped a beat for hope that I would be able to be slow enough for them to get caught at the red light but fast enough for me to get by it. I felt upbeat with my walk, I held my book tighter against my chest, praying I get to the light.

Only 15 more seconds,

I was only a couple feet from it.

10

I could almost throw the book to hit the button on the light pole.

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Please. Just alittle longer.

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I'm going to make it.

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I not going to make it.

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I won't make it.

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The light turned yellow, seconds before I could hit my feet on the white striped line. I was too late, my heart now beating as fast as overrun machine, I looked for my new escape route. I started running my eye around my surroundings, they were getting closer, caging me with their laughter. One was bigger, heavier than the others. I could hear his feet hitting the concrete walk, he was clumsy and to my left. The other two were right behind and to my right, about the same build as Hagen.

Hagen, I wish he were here. I wish I had just said yes to his stupid offer, I wish I could be near him without having a flutter in my heart, I wish I didn't look at him the way you do when you have a crush. Ever since we were kids that boy has been on my mind, his eyes, hair, his own personality, he loved being the center of attention. Though I was forced to be somewhat present in the media I liked siting back, being a no body, enjoying my life away from drama. I admired him, he knew how to read a situation, he knew how to react, take action, be the hero who's kind and gentle, but also the arrogant man who is a womanizer.

Just having him in my mind settled my heart, my nerves, I began to breathe, and as if I had wished him into existence, there he was, leaning against his car with his gang. One foot cocked up on the wheel, leaned back against the back side of his fender and back windshield, his dark glasses preventing the sun and us to be graced with his eyes. I still hadn't had time to admire him from a far before felt a hand grab my wrist and twist me around to face them. I closed my eyes to keep myself in a happy thought, if anything bad were to happen I wouldn't be scared, I would-

"I guess Hagen, don't have your ass on a leash anymore." One of the smaller guys said.

"Hey, I wonder if he would race for pinks on her." The bigger one was more rough with his words, they sounded like he had a ton of food in his mouth, disgusting.

"How about you just let her go?"

I kept my eyes tightly shut, I knew that voice but part of me thought I had made it up. He wouldn't care, sure he may have 'protected' me like older brother but I was nothing to him but a neighbor.
I jumped when I felt a thick arm from behind slide around my stomach and pull me from the hand on my wrist. Thankfully they let it go with no issues but my body would bruise from it, and I know the media would blame my father for hurting me. I always seemed to cause trouble, problems, issues for everyone around me.

I was slowly turned back into reality and felt hands run up my sides to my shoulders. They moved down my arms to my hands and wrist, back up to lift my glasses to view my face.

"Good you seem fine, but now seriously mom is going to kill me if I don't get you home right now," he paused, I could hear his voice shake a little, I don't know if it was out of rage or annoyance but he put my glasses back gently

"Open your eyes Kade, they're gone."

That's when I shot my eyes open to be meet cementers from his face, his green eyes radiating like emeralds.

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