My Guardian Angel

#3

#3

He was still here. Why couldn't he just leave? Almost two hours had passed according to my present favorite hobby 'Counting seconds'. I think Ron meant good, leaving this snob with me but evidently, he didn't know this guy was mute when necessary. I mean, come on, it's been forever since we had our little verbal exchange of our mutual hatred for each other and he was still pissed. I tried talking to him, I really did but he just decided to ignore me. I was pretty sure he was in my room because I could hear the occasional laughs and chuckles whenever Sheldon Cooper opened his mouth to talk some science crap. Yeh, he had been watching Big Bang Theory, one of my favorite TV series, right next to me and I couldn't even see! Oh, life was so unfair. He was doing it on purpose, I knew it.

For example, almost an hour ago, I had very humbly asked him (and trust me that cost a lot of my self-esteem and pride to do that), "Can I get some food? I'm really hungry."

He so lovingly gave me his answer by increasing the volume. He increased the damn volume to shut me up! What kind of a guy is he? Stone-hearted creep.

I decided to sleep for some time to suppress my hunger. I felt around my bed to get my blanket and I felt like I was playing hide and seek blindfold. The thought of never being able to see anything again still got me depressed but I was trying to forget it. I finally got hold of my blanket and was about to cover it over me before it was gently taken away from me.

"Boy, you really are hungry." He said, almost sympathetically.

I felt hurt. I felt so hurt that this guy, who was supposed to take care of me had just abandoned me all this while without paying attention to my requests, that I threw myself forward to lunge at him, hoping to God, I was going in the right direction.

I hit him so hard on his chest, which was a rock, by the way. Ironically, he laughed while I cried. I didn't cry because he didn't care for me, I didn't give a damn about that. I cried because I was alone and I was hungry, honestly and he didn't even bother to listen to me. This is a whole new world to me and he was supposed to be helping me!

"Don't cry, Aria. What happened?" he said, pulling me closer to him and hugging me.

I jerked him away and sat back on my bed, tears rushing down my cheeks. I felt embarrassed crying so much in front of him, but all I needed was one prick and I let my whole life miseries affect me this way.

"My name is not Aria." I hissed. "Leave me alone!"

"Hey, hey." He sat on my bed now, his arms holding my shoulders strongly. "I'm sorry, okay? I was just playing around with you."

"Enough games. Now leave!" I half yelled this time and buried my face in my pillow.

"I thought you were tough. What happened? Is it the hunger?" he asked, rubbing my hair softly.

I didn't answer but remained silent. I had stopped crying and was now just trying to sleep.

"Hey, listen. Don't doze off, I'll bring you food." He said, sighing and I heard the door close in a few seconds.

"I miss you, Ron." I mumbled before closing my eyes and drifting to sleep.

"Do you have any idea how miserable my family is right now?" a very angry voice shouted at me. I looked around to find the person. I jumped back when I realized he was standing right behind me. I fell on my back and was lying on the floor now. I could feel the tears rolling down my cheeks as the person bent over me. His chocolate brown eyes went so well with his brown hair. He looked older, almost my brother's age. He was dressed in a white shirt with red stains and blue jeans. Wait, what?

Red stains?

"Is-is that blood?" I mumbled, pointing at his shirt. He simply smirked at me and stared into my eyes. I stared back, my heart beat racing. His eyes were so cold and angry, I felt like he was going to kill me right away.

"Go-go away." I stammered, closing my eyes and turning away.

Big cold hands cupped my face and I could feel his breath so close to me, I gulped to stop myself from screaming.

"I am not going anywhere." He said, slowly emphasizing on each word.

I opened my eyes and looked at him again. I screamed at what I saw. His face was not the handsome one anymore. He was covered in blood. His eyebrows and eyes were covered in blood. His lips and cheeks were torn and I could see the flesh. I screamed so loud.

He looked so sad now, I felt sorry for him. He was still smiling at me like there was nothing wrong with him. I shut my mouth with my own hands to keep myself from screaming anymore.

"Why did you do this to me?" he asked, his smile turning into a sad one.

"Aria!" a beautiful voice called.

"I'm taking you with me." The boy in front of me said again, holding my arms now. He was holding me so tight, it hurt. I was frozen in place. I closed my eyes , scared to face death. Oh my God, he's a ghost. He's going to kill me. He's going to take revenge.

"Arena!" the voice called again, louder. I was suddenly shaking and I felt dizzy.

"Wake up!" the same voice begged me.

I opened my eyes immediately, sweat drops falling down my forehead. The boy was gone. In fact, everything was gone. It was dark. I felt strong,warm hands around me.

"Oh, thank God!"

"Nathan?" I managed to speak.

"Aria! What happened? You were screaming like you were possessed. You scared the crap out of me!"

Suddenly the bloody face of the boy returned to my mind and I felt a chill down my spine. Nathan hugged me, to my surprise. As much as I hated him, I needed that. I rested my sweaty face on his chest.

"I dreamt about him." I said softly, wrapping my arms around his waist. I felt secure right then.

"Who?" he asked, confusion evident on his tone.

"Him. The boy I killed." I said. The last word came out more like a whimper.

"Oh, honey, you didn't kill anybody." He said, rubbing my hair softly.

I shook my head, unable to speak.

"Let me get you a glass of water. You look dehydrated."

"No!" I snapped, hugging him closer. "Don't leave me just now. I'm scared."

It was true. I really was scared. I could still feel the cold hands on my face and the dark, cold eyes that promised revenge. I knew he was somewhere around trying to take me with him. I didn't want to die. I did him wrong, but I did not do it on purpose. I didn't deserve to die. I had to live, for my brother.

"How about dinner?" Nathan asked, breaking my line of thoughts.

I nodded. I felt him move forward and grab something, his one arm still secure around me. He fed me the oatmeal and I didn't argue. I ate silently. I didn't let him leave my side for getting me water. Not having a choice, he pulled me along with him somewhere and handed me the glass of water.

I wanted to pee but I didn't tell him that. I didn't want to go anywhere alone just yet. So I decided to suppress nature's call for today.

He guided me back to the hospital bed and helped me lie down. I grabbed his arm before he could leave.

"Please don't leave." I begged him.

"I won't."

With that said, he sat next to me, his arm securely locked with mine. He was definitely in a very uncomfortable position, I could feel that, but nope, I was NOT ready to leave him just yet. I felt so vulnerable and weak begging him like that. But I didn't have a choice, did I? Anyway, I did realize one thing this past horrible few hours: My brother was not entirely blind when he chose Nathan to stay with me.