Lost

The Crash

I was in the front seat of his red truck. He was holding a gun to the side of my head. What a disgusting old man. I had been walking a few days earlier, when I asked for a ride. The moment I got in, he locked the doors and had the gun in my face. The first place we went was back to his house. He did horrible things to me. When the cops caught on to him, he decided to drive out into the middle of nowhere. Where the snow was high, and we couldn't see where we were going. Tears fell down my cheek. Suddenly when we were driving a figure appeared in front of the car. He swerved out of control and a rock was in the way. The truck flipped over and tumbled and then suddenly I was upside down. He was still buckled in and was trying to grab me, but I crawled out the window and got up. I started to run and then a pain made me walk. I was lucky to get away before the explosion. I was scared and cold, but he could still be alive so I didn't go back. It makes me wonder who or what that figure was, but it helped me.

I woke up to darkness. The only light was the moon light coming in through the windows, and the only sound was the storm, that was less feisty and more gentle. I started to lye down on the other side of the bed, but I felt a giant warm bump. Through the darkness, I could make out the side shape of a person. I felt a scarf in my hands. I saw a candle on the desk, and a couple of matches. I lit the candle and looked over. It was Ivan. My face flushed red and I quickly blew out the candle. I scooted over as far as I could. I was afraid to fall asleep, not because of Ivan, but because of the flashback. The sight of the old man made me cringe and then the thought of what he did to me made a tear come out of my eye. Then, I couldn't contain my tears. At least I am a silent crier. But I still some how woke up Ivan. He flicked on a light and looked over.

"Sunflower, are you alright?"

I closed my eyes but the tears kept coming. I could feel his eyes staring at me. It made me cold. That didn't stop him from rolling me over so I faced him. I looked up at him and he looked down on me. I felt warm and tingly.

"You could tell me what's wrong, if you want."

And I did. The whole time I cried and cried. I didn't know what to do other than that. It was amazing how much comfort a man I had never met could offer. When I was done I looked down at the sheets and closed my eyes in shame. I was expecting for him to do nothing or scold me, for that's what the vibe was giving off. But instead, he wrapped his arms around me, and gave me a warm hug. I sat there in surprise, and he felt warm for a man with a cold vibe.

A few minutes later he let go, never said a word, and flipped over to lie back down. He flipped the lights off and I was there sitting up in the dark. I didn't want to go back to sleep. Would you? If you knew that the old bastard still might be alive and near? I was raging in my own silence when a knock on the door made both Ivan and I jump.

Ivan got up and didn't bother to get a shirt or pants on. All he needed was his scarf. He looked out the peep hole and opened the door. I heard a giant, old, raspy cough. I was scared, thinking it was that old bastard. I hid under the sheets, while Ivan said thank you in Russian, and shut the door.

"Sunflower, why are you under the sheets?"

"W-w-was it h-him?"

"Who?"

"THAT OLD BASTARD?!"

He chuckled and uncovered me.

"No, it was my grandmother. She brought me some medicine for you."

I looked up at him and saw he was holding bandages and some pain relievers. Ivan walked into the kitchen and got me a glass of water. I thanked him and took a pill. I looked down at my side and saw the blood was starting to seep through to much. Ivan lifted up my shirt and started to undo my bandages.

I felt extremely at ease, considering he was a man I just met and he is already getting farther than my ex boyfriend ever did. I wasn't looking at Ivan until I felt weird. I looked at him and realized he was staring at my breasts and blushing.

When he was done he looked at a clock above his small wooden desk. He quickly got dressed. He told me that there was food in the fridge and I may have any food I can eat.

"Where are you going?"

"To a world country meeting of course."

"W-what?"

"Oh. I am the personified version of the country Russia."

I looked at him. I had always heard of the legends of the personified countries, but I had never met a country before. I believed the legend. I was in shock. Russia had saved me?!