Riptide

Chapter Seven, But this Time I Can't Get Up

I woke up under the highrock, my head in somebody's lap. I tried to look to see who it was, but I was at loss for a name.
It was mystery boy.  The last thing I remember is seeing him around nine at night. It was still dark out.
"M..mystery?"
He stared blankly, as he always did.
"What?"
"Nothing.. You never answered my question last night. Who are you?"
To my own surprise, I remembered what happened. I would've moved to check my phone for the time, but my head hurt too much. I wondered if it was midnight. But I guess it didn't matter.
"That's for you to figure out."
God damn this emotionless guy.
I was still scared shitless that he was going to hurt me, but.. It seemed like he was helping me.. By just being here, or watching over me. God only knows why.
I lifted my head and felt the back. It felt as if there was a huge bruise. I winced at the sharp pain and laid back down on his lap.
Until I remembered my cat.
"Where's dotty..?" I spoke with a dry throat
"who?"
"Dotty.. My.. My cat. Green eyes and dots.. Can't miss her."
He shrugged.
I sat up, feeling the pain in my head but ignoring it. I grabbed my backpack and started to walk.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Mystery said.
"I can't go without my cat. I need to find her. "
"You're not safe out there, especially with your injuries. "
I scoffed, and kind of laughed.
"Who cares? Dotty is the only important thing to me, and I'll find her or die trying."
He growled.
"When you're killed, don't say I didn't fucking warn you."
Shit he sounded angry. But, why should I be scared? I know this town better than the people who built it.
I didn't reply to what he had said and continued walking.
"Dotty? Dots.. Come out. You're scaring me."
With one call, I saw her figure walking towards me out from the shadow of a tree.
"Dotty!" I called happily.
She ran to me, and nuzzled against me. Meowing several times.
I was happy until I felt the immense pain in the back of my head and neck. It had gotten worse than when I had last checked a couple minutes ago.. Fuck. It hurt to much to stand. It was almost unbearable.
"F..fuck." I spoke weakly.
Maybe mystery was right. I should've stayed. But I needed dotty. I needed to know she was safe.
I closed my eyes as the tears moved to the sand and I covered my face.
Ashamed that I didn't listen.
All that mattered to me was the bag on my back and dotty. And if I die right here out of my injury being worse than I think it is or of some random organ failure, at least I will die knowing that dotty is safe.
I tried to look on the brightside, thinking that it's good I still have my bag and my cat, although I'm slowly losing myself.
Why. Am I. So. Stupid.

~ Authors Note ~
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