I shiver. The soft moonlight reflecting on my pale skin. Sighing, I calmly walk towards my sacred place. It feels like I'm floating even though the weight of the world is on my shoulders. The sand digs between my toes. I stand still. Closing my eyes I let the salty tide tickle at my feet. Midnight. My favourite time of the day. This is how I deal with insomnia as well as my parents. Their non stop arguing. The water gets rough, the wind howls and suddenly I'm alarmed. Clouds are darkening and my heart starts racing at the sudden change of atmosphere. Hesitating to move I simply tense. A blinding bright light cowers over the lonely beach, causing my eyes to squint at the white light. I stumble, my hand hitting a lonesome jagged rock abandoned in the sand. I feel my hand soaking but i focus on my raspy breaths instead. Through my eyelids the light finally dims and I clutch my injured hand to my chest, the blood staining the sand. Keeping my head low I stand, my raspy breaths leaving cold whips in the air. I look through the tangles of my ebony hair and the world stands still.
There lies a shadowy figure, naked and still. Debating whether or not to help the figure I cautiously peek through the fringe of my hair to see if they're breathing. A faint wisp escapes from her peach lips and I sigh in relief. Cautiously I approach her, not wanting to alarm her. She stays there shivering with shallow breaths. Tearing some cloth from my shirt I dab her bleeding head, trying to save her life. I jolt and a scream catches in my throat as her hand swiftly lathes onto my wrist. It's cold. Shivers run up my spine.
"You're wounded."
she barely manages to whimper out those two words.
"Your head is bleeding."
my silky voice ruins the silence. Mentally reminding myself to keep my eyes focused on her face I continue to clean up the wound. Hesitantly she lets me clean her up. Afterwards I silently take off my trench coat, wrapping it around her cold, naked body. She steadies herself and looks up at me. My breath gets caught in my throat at her beauty. Pixie cut, pastel purple hair with the most caring, strong pair of dark blue eyes I've ever seen. With pale skin and perfect body shape I awkwardly avoid my gaze to the ocean. Her hand drifts onto mine and I gasp at how soft her skin is.
"Thank you."
Gulping I struggle to speak.
"Yo-you're we-welcome," I stare at her with interest and kindness as I take her hand and help her stand.
"Umm.....I have a small house not too far from here so...I can lend you a room for a couple days.....if you want."
I drift off towards the end hoping I don't sound too desperate or creepy. Her giggle awakens butterflies in my stomach. Her hair falls around her face as she nods silently with a soft smile. Taking her hand once more I lead her towards my cottage thinking, 'what have I gotten myself into?'
Who is this beautiful mysterious girl?
