Young Blood

Chapter One 〰 Incidents

My head rested on my desk as the rain cascaded down the window. 

I heard and knock on the door and didn't hesitate once.

A woman had walked in with a tray. "Oh, you're awake."  She put the tray on my desk." Here's your supper and your daily dose.

I lifted my head and looked at the tray. "Thank you." 

"Your welcome." She gently closed the door behind her as she left the room.

For supper, I typically had baked carrots with a honey glaze and a turkey sandwich. As for my medicine, I never took it. I grabbed my spork and started to pick at the carrots.

I heard another knock on the door and turned around.

No one came in so I turned back around. When I heard another knock on the door, I got up. When I opened the door, it was my friend Zayn. I welcomed him in, and closed the door behind him.

I sat on my bed. "What do you have for me today?"

He sat next to me and pulled out a sheet of paper from his pocket. "Well, there were two cases in Sacramento."

I rolled my eyes. "Be more specific." 

He lowered his head and then looked at me. "That's all I have."

I took the paper from Zayn and looked at it, it was blank. I turned the paper to him. "Have some explaining to do?"

"The nurse - she was coming, and I panicked." He looked into my eyes. "I can't do this anymore."

Zayn walked out of the room.

I went after him, but when I looked in the hallway he wasn't there. His room, empty. I walked back into my room and shut the door.

I rested on my bed as the runners would pass. Every attempt, failed. I would toss and turn in my bed until it was about six in the morning and I needed to shower. The water tended to be cold if you used the sink and hot if you flushed the toilet. 

As I walked in the hallway, a male in his twenties stared at me. He would lift his head once or twice before I'd glance back. After I passed him, he stood to his feet.

"Hey!" he shouted.

I turned around to notice him in possession of my kawaii face underwear.

Embarrassment filled all over as he walked closer to me.

"Th-Th-Thanks," I stuttered. 

"Your welcome," he said as he handed me my underwear. "Cutest pair I've seen, if you ask me."

He walked back over to the bench and I walked into the bathroom. I let out a large sigh before showering and brushing my teeth. That encounter was not only awkward but the most embarrassing event that has happened to me since a play in the ninth grade. It was Romeo and Juliet  and let's just say I fell at great lengths but I guess people assumed it was more of a comedy than romance.

As I was leaving the bathroom; wrapped up in my towel, I saw Zayn. He looked sad yet his wrath seemed to take over.

"Here!" he shouted as he nearly perforated my ear drum.

"Zayn, you do realize that it's not necessary to shout right?" I laughed.

He rolled his eyes and handed me a sheet of paper as he walked away.

"But-," I began to say as I glanced at the paper. 

"A family's fortune in Sacramento : Inheriting half a billion dollars," I whispered. "Haabeel and Bahriyah al aabidah Nassar inherited more than half a billion dollars Tuesday after Haabeel's brother in law, Sabaque, was brutally murdered nearly two weeks ago."

I skipped a couple of lines. "According to an unknown resource, Habeel and Bahriyah al aabidah weren't in the will, rather their son Zayn Nassar." Intensity and anxiety grew as I read further. " Zayn supposedly attempted to commit suicide June 7th, nearly a week before his uncle's death. According to the parents he was depressed and began to harm himself."

I dropped the paper and looked around. Zayn was outside of his room.  I held onto my towel tightly as I ran to him.

"Zayn!" I yelled. 

He walked in his room and shut the door behind him.

I opened the door. "Why didn't you say something before?"

"You," he began to say. "You're the reason why. All these times we've talked, not once about me. Only about how your family admitted you here for something so little-so stupid. It's obvious in this era people would rather have belongings instead of love;be selfish instead of care for others."

"I'm not like my parents," I interrupted.

"You're no different!" he snapped back."You disgust me - you all do!"

He walked out of his room and I followed.

"Zayn, stop!" I yelled.

He pushed me against the wall. "Don't ever talk to me again!" He let go of me and walked away.

I walked into my room and slammed the door. Zayn was mad and I knew where he was coming from. I spent hours talking about myself not realizing that the other person has a mind of their own.

I felt like a piece of shit, well knew I was at this point, anyways. Zayn Nassar my only friend here, the only person that seemed to understand me, wants nothing to do with me because of me.

I heard a knock on my door and assumed it was Zayn.

"Zayn I'm so-," I began to say as I opened the door. It was the guy from earlier. "Sorry."

"What's that?" he asked.

"Nothing, I thought you were my friend Leo," I reassured. "So, how may I be of you assistance?"

"Well," he began to say. He handed me the paper from earlier. "You dropped this, so I assumed it wasn't important but saw you were in a hurry as well."

"Thank you," I thanked as I retrieved the paper from him. 

"Your welcome," he said as he put his hand on his head. "I'm Leo by the way."

"Nice to meet you Leo," I said as I shook his hand. "I'm Cleo."

"Well, I should get going," he said as he turned around.

"Have a good night," I said as I began to feel cold.

My towel dropped to the floor and hear I was, naked and cold in front of someone I barely know of.

He stared at me and my face turned red. "Look away!" I picked up my towel and covered myself.

"Sorry," he apologized.