I stepped onto the dark, damp road in the quiet street, I placed my other foot on the ground and stood there. Everything went by so slowly almost in slow-motion as a pair of white bright lights came racing towards me. I knew it was the end and I was okay with that, that's what I was waiting for, but there was a small part of me that didn't want this. I stood there still until the car was a few feet away from me honking and still racing through the rain. "I'm facing my fate," I said to myself "I deserve this!". I pulled my arms up covering my chest and closed my eyes tight waiting for it.
Suddenly I was grabbed by someone and flung around back to the path. The car skidded by and I ripped my tights on the edge of it as it almost hit me. I was placed down on the path and suddenly everyone rushed over to me. My ears started ringing and I could just here people talking and a man shouting at me. I started crying because I realised that I was saved and that I didn't die. I wanted to, more than anything at this moment.
I opened my eyes and looked up as my ears stopped ringing, I saw a man around my age but a little taller holding onto my shoulders staring at me while shouted how I shouldn't of done that. He noticed the tears in my cheeks and stopped, he held my arm gently and pulled me into a building that was full of flats. He started to speak to me softly "Are you okay?" He asked sincerely, I didn't say anything, I couldn't. "Here." He said as he took my up the flights of stairs to a room which I could only guess was his flat and took me inside. I just stood there shaking in my white, fluffy jumper and lent against the wall as he went to make some hot chocolate to warm me. I fell to the floor crying harder thinking about how I didn't deserve life and that no one even cared about me anymore. "Pity." I said quietly.
He walked in the hallway I was in and glanced at me as he walked by to out the mugs on a table then quickly walked back to me. I slowly got up with his help and followed him into his living room. "What's your name?" He asked me quietly. I didn't reply. He sat me down on the sofa he had and put a blanket over me, "You go to sleep and we can talk in the morning." He gently said to me. He then walked to go to sleep in his own room.
Why didn't he just leave me on the road?
