Only He Could See Me

Chapter 2: Only he was with me

I felt paralysed. I couldn't move my legs. I wanted to turn around and run. I looked down at my hands. They were shaking. My breath caught in my throat when I looked up. The figure was approaching me. My eyes were probably as wide as a golf ball at that moment. My heart was beating so fast I thought it would fly out of my chest.

The figure got closer and closer and I still couldn't move. As the figure approached me, I managed to make out that it was a male. I thought of all the things that could happen. He could kill me. He could beat me up. So many things came to my mind. As I continued with my list of possible things that could happen to me, I failed to realize an important detail.

The stranger, the figure, it was too close. The next thing I knew, his hands were on both of my shoulders. I wanted to scream, but no one goes to this part of town. I decided I should go for it anyway.

"Help!" I shouted before I began screaming my lungs out.

The male took his hand off my shoulder and placed his palm on my mouth. I decided that screaming would make my situation worse. When I stopped screaming, I realised I was crying. Tears were pouring out my eyes like a waterfall.

"Shhh" Whispered the stranger.

For some reason that voice sounded familiar. That's when I realised; I've heard that voice many times before. In fact, I hear it all the time. I dared myself to look the stranger in the eye. My eyes scanned the features on the strangers face. My eyes nearly bulged out of my head when I realised who had their hand over my mouth.

"I'm going to let you go, okay? But please don't scream. I need you to calm down."

I couldn't speak, for obvious reasons, so I gave him a simple nod. He took his hand off my mouth very slowly. He was probably worried that I would scream again.

I took a step back. That's when I realised; I had no idea why a guy like him would be in a place like this, around a girl like me. He probably noticed the confusion on my face, because he began to speak.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to scare you."

"I-its o-okay."

"Why are you stuttering?" he asked clearly confused.

"B-because y-you're talking to m-me."

"I'm human, you know."

"Are you sure?"

"What?" he asked, chuckling.

"Nothing." I whispered. I looked anywhere but him. I knew that if I looked at him, I would turn tomato red. Why would I ask him if he's sure he is human? I mean sure the way he plays basketball at school, it's hard to think he is. He isn't bad looking either. Not being able to think like that any longer, I asked him a question, hoping I didn't stutter.

"So, um, why did you decide to scare the crap out of me?"

For some reason, he found this amusing. He lightly started to laugh. He began walking towards the swings. He sat down, and as he held onto the chains holding the swing, I couldn't help but notice he had fairly big biceps. He cleared his throat bringing me back to reality.

"I, um, saw you at the party earlier."

"Okay..." I said, feeling confused.

"I couldn't help but look at your wrist when you were drinking out of a can. When you were putting the can in the bin, you dropped something. I picked it up, wanting to give it to you, but I couldn't see you. About an hour later, I saw you leaving, so I tried to go after you. People kept getting in the way. Once I got out, I couldn't see you anymore. I wasn't bothered to go back to the party..."