The Fallen

*Chapter Seven*

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Jab. Jab. Jab.

I groan. Something was poking my arm. I wonder for a second if I ignore it, if it will go away? I stay quite, ignoring the pain that is now blossoming from the spot that is being jabbed at. The finger becomes more incessant.

Jab. Jab. Jab. Jab. Jab. Jab. Jab-Jab.

I groaned once more in frustration. Who in the world is poking me? Why couldn't they just leave me be? Urgh!

I slowly cracked my eyes open. My view was being obstructed by a mess of curly brown hair and a pair of big worried green eyes, which where surrounded by a million speckled freckles. I scrunched my eyes before opening them fully. I was hit with a blast of air as the girl's scrunched up red lips unpursed and she let out her breath. I coughed, it wasn't the most pleasant smell.

"Oh thank gosh! I thought you were dead for sure! I didn't know if I was going to leave you or not! In a few hours the dogs would've surely gotten to you and eaten you right up!"

She didn't even give me a chance to breath or sit-up before she continued her yapping.

"Wow, you're really pretty ya know." She grabbed a piece of my hair which had escaped once more from my ponytail. "I've never seen hair like yours... Well at least not someone your age. I've only seen it on the elders. But they're like a million years old. Oh, how old are you anyway? You can't be a day over 25. I could bet you you aren't. Eh," she paused only to poke me once more. "You just gonna sit there or are ya gonna tell me your name?"

She finally paused, though most likely because she had run out of breath. Before she could begin talking, I quickly readjusted myself and sat up straighter. My back flat against the brick wall. Now that I was fully awake, I got a good look at her. She was probably no older than 21, though she looked so much younger. She was wearing a short tattered red dress, which must've once been a very beautiful dress. She also had on a thick black coat, though it too had seen better days. There were large holes everywhere. Altogether, I wasn't sure how she hadn't froze to death. Nothing she was wearing looked like it could keep her warm.

"My names Ezra and I'm 23." I couldn't help but pull the blanket that was wrapped around my shoulders a little bit tighter. I couldn't help but feel a bit exposed under her gaze.

"Ehhh, such a pretty name. I don't think I e'er heard a name like that. Oh momma 'll be so proud of me, you're so pretty ya know." She almost purred while she stroked my hair. I couldn't connect anything she was saying. I gently pushed her hand away.

"Uhm, who are you?" I asked.

"Oh dear, I'm so rude. My name's Emily but e'rybody calls me Em. You can call me that too Hun. Oh were gonna be best of friends, I just know it. Me and momma are gonna take good care of ya." She started to pick me up but the heels she was in weren't helping, so I pushed myself off the wall.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about. Honestly, I don't even know who I am. I'm kind of lost and have no where idea where I am or where I need to go." I wrung my hands together, maybe this girl would know how to help me. I didn't know where else to go or who to go to, so she is my best chance right now.

"Oh hunny that why I'm here, must be. We'll take good care of you. Swear." She grabbed both of my hands with hers.

"We'll give you a roof over your head and food. You'll be fine Hun." She gave a quick pat to my hands, before she turned on her heels and put her arm in the crook of mine.

"Alrighty Hun, time to go meet your new family." She gave me a brilliantly bright smile, as she teetered on her heels.

"Those look uncomfortable."