Stranger

Midnight talk

I sit up, well tried, and shoved the medicine in my mouth. I laugh at that. How am I suppose to explain my life story to someone I never talked to and they know nothing about me. "That would take a lot of explaining," I look at the clock,"And its already midnight." I bet he has school tomorrow like any other person. It was only Tuesday. "What's your name by the way? I'm Megan," I stick my hand out to shake. "Alex," he shakes my hand firmly. "Well you are hurt so I'm not going to go to school and leave you alone. What if something happens? You need someone's help. Well I guess if your parents are home to take care of you, I can take you in the morning."

"I don't know. My dads gone. I take care of myself and I've been in a worse state. You can just take me home in the morning when you wake up." He shakes his head,"No. I'm not going to leave you all alone. Anythings possible. So, please, stay with me."

"I don't wanna be a bother. It's weird. You don't even know me but have been the nicest person to me. I'm surprised you haven't noticed all my flaws and run. You're nothing like the people I see on a daily," I tell him, laughing. Wow. It's a crazy feeling. Having someone actually being nice to me and wanting to help me. No one I know would do that for me. Never. They'd actually do the completely opposite.

"I'm helping because you need it and it seems like you have no one. Since I've been the last to see you, if something happened it'd be my fault. Why are you so scared to let someone help you? It's not like I would hurt you," for some odd reason, I feel like I can trust him. It's a weird feeling to have. I usually don't trust many but he gives off a vibe that I can.

"I don't like mooching off people. I'm always on my own, for everything and I just don't expect help on things like this. I usually deal with it myself and I like it that way. I feel weak when I have to get help from others. I feel useless. If I can't even take care of myself, how am I suppose to live on my own and do things for me," I don't know why I was telling him this. I'm opening up to this kid too fast and its soon going to become a bad thing. I need to take control of my feelings and filter what I say to Alex. I don't fully know him and I'm not sure what he's capable of. Even if he gives off a trusting vibe, I shouldn't be trusting him so easily.

"It's not mooching if its offered. I feel like I need to help you. It's not that I'm sorry for you, not saying I'm not sorry, I am, but that I feel this need to help you. In some way you remind me of my little sister and I would not hesitate to commenting some ass whippin's if anyone did that to my sister. Please let me help you," he begs from his spot on the hardwood floor. It's weird someone begging to help me.

What am I suppose to say to this? Yeah, do what you want. I need your help. No. I don't want that. I want to do this on my own 'cause once I get help, I'll start expecting it to come every time I'm hurt. I just know it and that's not what I want. I don't want to become a needy person.

Shrugging, I don't know what to say.

"How about you just stay just for today. I promise to take you home later tonight. Deal?" Why the hell does he care so much? I don't care if I remind him of a loved one, he shouldn't care for me. Even though I'd help someone in need, I never want someone to help me. It'll make me greedy and want more. I'll expect more than I ever had.

I shrug, not knowing what to say. This has never happened to me so of course I don't know how to deal with this situation. He just looks at me from his seat on the ground. I stare back and get a really go look at him. He's really cute. Nice brown hair that looked lovely. It made me want to touch it. It swayed to the side and up. It was kinda short on the sides. His eyes were the most amazing blue I have ever seen. They were this piercing blue that if you look too long, it feels like they are looking into your soul. He had stretched ears with bright neon green tapers. I just noticed them and they made him even cuter.