Someone To Run To

Chapter five: Is it fury or fear?

**Flashback time yay!! :D**

I was walking through the park on my way to my empty home. I decided to stay in the park for a bit longer, the sun was out, and I figured it would be less depressing than my home. I decided to climb one of the hills, so I could have a good view and rest. Not like I don't do enough of that already (English and geography were good napping times, what can I say? :D)

As I was strolling innocently down the path, a wild wasp appeared! And me, being innocent enough to not notice it, walked along the path. The wasp got flew into my ankle and fell in my oversized old trainers. And of course, in it's dying moments, stings me.

"OWW!!" I cried out, a erm, tiny bit louder than I wanted it to be. Some people look up for two seconds and recognize me and look away, the rest recognize my voice and don't bother. I leaned against the bottom of one of the steepest hills, and shook it out my shoe.

I began to stare at the wasp. Unwanted, unneeded, and angry. Just like...me. I feel the tears well up in my eyes despite me telling myself not to. The grass and the wasp begin to blur as the first tear falls. Then another. Then another.

But something white and purple comes into my vision. I wipe my eyes, quickly, not wanting to be seen like this, despite me being in public, which may seem a bit stupid, but the sting is on the bottom of my foot. No walking what so ever.

Now that my vision isn't blurred, I can see that the white and purple thing is a boy around my age. His short white hair is pulled back in a pony, and he is wearing a purple t-shirt, which explains the colours. He pushed his round glasses back and starred at me with a look of concern on his face. Without even saying hello, he took the trainer from my hand and picked me up, carrying me to the top of the hill.

"what are you-?" I began to ask, but he cut me off.

"I know how to fix your sting, just wait here," he replied, before running off down the hill. Pfft, not like I got much choice, I thought.

**flashback ended**

I looked up, trying to focus back on the situation I was in now, rather than faded memories. It seems the word friend struck a nerve, as he seemed to be trembling. Out of fury, or fear? I can't tell. Either way, it's not something I should be concerned about, what I should be concerned about is the thing in his hand. Sliver...shiny...sharp..

Well, I feel like I'm about to be murdered. Which I probably am.

Dont worry guys, no character death, as promised, probably a lot of injuries though.