The Unexpected

Who?

"Hi..."

"..."

"Thought you might want to know something about all of this."

"What?"

          I was really unsure. It was clearly a guy. It wasn't the same voice. This was softer and more of a gentlemen. My heart was racing. It's voice was so soft. He was right infront of me. He gave me his hand to help me stand up. I took it that way he wouldn't feel affended. His hands were so soft and smooth. They felt clean, they had little rough spots on the finger tips... my hand stayed in his. I don't know what to think. My head stopped hurting, I got butterflies in my stomach. What the fuck, Mac! Quit!...
          He pulled me up slowly pulling me closer to him than what I was from the ground. Not uncovering his face, I looked around wondering who he is. I couldn't help but to feel drawn to him. This was officially weird.

"Who are you?"

         My voice was more than shaky. It was really sad and quiet. No, it was pitiful.

"I know who you are... I know your thoughts... I know your friends... I know your family... I know the little things about you nobody else does... I know what you do to yourself and others... I know you."

"What do you mean? I dont even know you."

"I notice how you stuggle. I notice how you think of family and friends. I notice when you're afraid, hurt, or sad. I see when you're happy the most... I see when you're at home and you're sitting in your bathroom thinking about life and how it would be better off if you were-"

"...dead."

          My mind kept coming out. I didn't stop there.

"How I think people won't miss me. How I debate of I should try anything or just leave and never return. How I think if I should talk to someone-"

"Talk to me.. I know you. You hurt. I know you miss home. I know how you feel about your family but you miss them right now. You want to be home and not here, right?"

"..."

          I didn't know who this was but I felt like I could trust him. He seemed to care. Then for him to just come up to me like this... who is this?

"You miss everything. You said it yourself you rather die than be here. Someone that is willing to do that shouldn't think like this. Someone this beautiful shouldn't be like this. You have a world to live for. You have someone to love. You might not know but you will someday. You deserve better and everyone does. Take this opportunity to live. Take this opportunity to have fun. Take this opportunity to love them... you deserve to be happy just like everyone does.. just like I do..."

          I started to cry slowly. I started to think about everything that he said and how I missed everything but how I had to stay... I didn't even want to think how long I would be here either. I dont think I would ever see them again..
          I started rubbing my arm were my scars stood. He moved his head to look at my hand that he had in his. He rolled up my sleeve and shook his head. I got myself into this. I'm such a fucking idiot!!

"No you're not. You're just confused.. more than you have been before. You don't need to do that."

          He took a step forward still having my hand in his. He lifted my arm and kissed my scars slowly. His lips were soft against my arm. He kissed my hand one last time then quit. He still had my hand. His thumb rubbed against the back of it.
I looked to the side to see more light from the outside had come in from the window. The light glares off the jacket. I look back at him trying to get a glimpse of his face. He is wearing all black, just like me. His leather is torn on the side like he'd been cut. He is taller than me but I still can't see his face. He is just a large shadow at this moment.
          His hand still in mine not letting go. It was cold.. He places his other hand on the side of my neck rubbing my cheek with his thumb. I reach up to pull his hood down with my free hand.. I move as slow as I possibly can. He looks up at me.. he is so..

"No..."

"What?"

"Don't do that."

"I want to see you."

"You can see me. See."

"Let me see you. I want see you."

          My voice broke. I look down in disappointment. I want to know who he was. What he looks like. His hand was still on my neck. I want it to stay there.
          I was still close to him and he grips my hand harder than before. I look up at him to see his jacket off. I'm confused. How did he.. you know what. I'm not even gonna ask. He has a black tight short sleeve t-shirt on. He is very muscular from what I could tell. I see a picture on his arm. His veins are popped out on his arm. He has a cut on his sholder... blood is running down it, what else could it be? I am still looking down at this point.
         He lifts my head and gently kisses my forhead. It was soft, just like the kisses he had given on my arm.
My eyes are closed. I didn't want to look at him. I was scarred. I open my eyes to see that his were closed. There is no noise. Just small slow breathes. More light came into the room. I could see a little more clearly. I could see him now...
          He is beautiful. It matches his ways with words and the softness of his lips. His jawline is sharp as my blade and that's saying something. His skin looked smooth. His face is clear with no imperfections. His hair covered his right eye. His nose is smaller than most, to me at least. Around his eyes looks dark. It looks like he hasn't gotten sleep in the longest time ever. His eyes are opened now, I didn't realize that they were. He looks right into my eyes. His eyes are blue with a tiny bit of grey. They are so pretty. There is a sparkle in his eyes and I can't look away. I raise my hand to move his hair away from his face. He smirked silently and starred at me wide eyed. His hair is as blonde as it could ever be. He was so perfect..

"Your eyes are so beautiful."

          Is he talking to me? I know he wasn't but clearly he was. I'm the only one here and I'm pretty sure the wall doesn't have eyes.
His voice... omg... it was so perfect, soft, generous, gentle, truthful, caring... amazing.

"Thank you... your-..."

          I said thank you automatically I stopped talking after saying your.. I didn't know what to say. I stuttered. I'm so stupid. He probably thinks I'm weird now. Uhhh.

"It's fine."

          He looked up and down at my body. I didn't feel right at this moment. I moved my hand and he looked straight into my eyes.

"What?"

"Nothing. Your just so... beautiful."

Hey, hope you like the chapter. I got a new character coming up for y'all. This is gonna be great. Thanks for all the votes. Love ya.
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