The Past

Grass and Stars (Revised)

 Pain. Pain is the first thing I felt when I regained consciousness and heard the cars and people passing by. My head began pounding even more to the thought of opening my eyes and seeing where I was at. I moved my hand ever so slightly to grasp something, but was left with a handful of dry grass. I began to contemplate whether or not I should open my eyes, since I'm obviously not in the alley anymore, and I can hear the faint breathing of someone next to me. But I have to eventually get up, so I began to lift my heavy eyelids to only meet them with the black sky scattered with stars. 

"Hey there princess," I glanced over without moving to see the familiar figure as his face was only outlined by the dim streetlights and the familiar leather jacket belonging to the mystery man at the diner, "I thought you'd never wake up." He chuckled cockily.

"Well that makes you stupid if-," I began to sit up using my elbows as support, "if you thought I was injured that bad and took me to park instead of a hospital."

"I'm not stupid, I just don't like hospitals." He shrugged 

"So you'd be willing to risk my life because you don't like hospitals?" I can't believe this guy. 

"Well you seem well enough to insult me, so I think you're doing just fine doll face." He snapped back at me in annoyance.

"Listen here bud-"

"No, you listen," He sat up even straighter to where I could see the light complimenting his attractive features that I haven't noticed until now, "I could've kept walking when I heard you shouting at that old perv, but I went back and saved your ass. So the least you can do is thank me." 

"Thank you." I muttered as I was taken back in shock.

"Now was that so hard sweetheart?" He laughed seemingly in a better mood.

"Oh shut up," I'm getting irritated by this wise ass, "you helped me, I said thank you, so I'll be leaving now." 

"Are you sure about that?" He laughed as I slowly pulled myself off the ground.

"My head hurts, not my feet." I rolled my eyes and began to walk away. I was doing perfectly fine until a wave of dizziness flowed right through me and I began to lose my balance.

"Easy now," I felt the guy wrap his arms around me from behind, catching me mid-fall, "let me help you." He laughed once again. 

   It's not that he had a horrible laugh; it was quit nice to be completely honest, but he was laughing at me and that's not okay. I just glared at him as he removed himself from behind me, and towered over me as he wrapped one arm around my side. He had this smirk plastered all over his face while my eyes never left him during the whole process. With his free hand he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and placed it in his mouth while he took out the lighter accompanying it and lit the cancer stick. 

"Where to now doll?" He took a drag and looked down at me.

"one: I'm going home on my own. two: quit it with the names." I looked up at him trying  to seem disgusted, but that just wasn't possible.

"You're funny," I smirked at me as we made it under a lamp post and I saw how deep the brown in his eyes were, "I'm not letting you walk alone after tonight."

"Whatever," I sighed in defeat since I became too exhausted to even put up a fight, "I'm three blocks down that way." I pointed to the right as we came to a deserted intersection. We walked in silence until we were about a block away.

"So what do you want me to call you baby?" He broke the silence.

"Excuse me?" I glared at him in disbelief.

"What's your name?" He laughed as he looked at the expression on my face.

"Sara." I sighed as I watched him light another cancer stick.

"Just Sara?" He smirked.

"Why do you want to know so much?" I raised my voice as it wrapped with annoyance.

"I'm just trying to make conversation sweetheart." He smirked once again as he took a drag. 

"McKay," I sighed after a moment, "Sara McKay."

"Dallas Winston." He put the weed between his lips and crossed his free hand over to shake mine.

"Well Dallas, It's time for us to depart." I said ignoring his offer and pulling away as we stood in front of my fire escape.

"You sure you can make it up there on your own?" He was giving me that "know it all" look again.

"It's the fourth floor, I'll be fine." 

"Lemme help you up."

"I'm fine Dallas." I said sharply.

"You can barely stand on your own," He looked down at me in concern, "let me help you." His words came out more as a demand than an offer. I rolled my eyes and began climbing up with him on my train; keeping me balanced every now and then.

"Goodnight Dallas." I said as I climbed through my window and began to shut it on him.

"What? No goodnight kiss?" He looked at me with puppy eyes and smiled slyly.

"Good. Night." I said closing the window.

"G'Night doll face." He blew me a kiss before jumping down the escape ladder. 

  I rolled my eyes and gathered myself as I slid off my shoes and crawled in bed. The alarm clock read 1 AM and I groaned as I let sleep overtake me. This has been one of the longest, strangest nights of my life.