THE TRIO | #Wattys2019

CHAPTER 3 : MOB-HEAD

Douaa's P.O.V.

                 - "I'm Douaa......which you somehow already know, but yeah", nervousness reeked of me, and I didn't know why. He laughed out loud.

- "Yeah. I actually know more than what you think, because I wanted to thank you, but....", he trailed for a second, and looked around the bus stop, "in a better place, and in a better way".

-"Thank me?", I gave him a puzzled look.

-"You and Leena".

                  I wanted to ask more questions, and even force him to spill it, but to my discomfort, it started getting really crowded, and we couldn't continue standing in one place.

-"I don't really like ending this conversation, but I will soon get smashed between all these people, not to mention the heavy books I'm carrying", I said pulling my backpack's strap back to its place, after slipping from the number of people hitting me as they walk by.

-"Then let's go", he said softly, and with that, we started walking away from the people, till we stopped for a moment, waiting for the green light, so that we can cross the street.

            
                  I suddenly felt woozy, a sharp pain spread through my head, and could only see blurry images infront of me, but then things started to clear up a bit, just in time to see a woman coming to stand next to me. She looked pale and tattered, yet, she held her baby tightly in her arms.

                  A small boy, whom I assumed was her son, was walking behind her without paying attention. He continued walking into the street, unlike his mother, who stopped after seeing the red light. My heart stopped when I saw a car racing towards the six-year-old boy, and in a drop of a hat, his body was thrown to the middle of the street.

                  I blinked twice, not believing what just happened infront of my eyes, and soon, all the dizziness disappeared, along with the image of the dead boy in the middle of the street.

                 I thought I was going crazy, until I saw the same boy again, behind his mother, who was stepping closer to where I stood, as both of them followed the same steps as earlier.

                  When the boy was close enough to me, I put my hand on his shoulder, stopping him from going any further. Surprisingly, I felt another force stopping the boy with me. The little boy turned around, and looked into my eyes, questioning my behaviour.
" The traffic", I said, before moving my eyes up the other hand, that touched the boy, to see to whom it belonged.

          I looked up to see Jace staring at me.

- "What the hell just.....did you....?", he managed to say, while I was still lost for words.

-"Yes. What the hell was that?!", my hands were still trembling from the shock.

- "This day is getting stranger and stranger", he murmured to himself, and I heard him clearly, even though I don't think I was supposed to. He then continued murmuring about things I couldn't quite understand.

                  I started recalling today's events, finally remembering whom Jace was.

- "You threw the paper at us earlier when you splashed the water?!", yet again, my voice was louder than intended.