We are all entitled to be beautiful

Chapter Six-Who are you?

Whilst staring up at the diamond studded sky, I thought of what to do. The safest option would be to just walk away but I was curious about what he wanted to say. It had to be something important for him to go through the trouble of trying to kidnap me.

"Go on then, what do you want to say," I sighed, looking back down to meet his eyes. They sparkled in the moonlight that had just appeared as it became night.

"I know who you are?" he said calmly. Despite feeling a little anxious at the fact a boy I don't know is claiming to know my identity, I waited for him to continue. "You're a criminal,"

I couldn't help but laugh, "Thanks for stating the obvious, who else would I be. I mean look at me," I gestured to my tattered clothes. " I'm covered in mud, injured and I quite clearly stand out from the crowd. I'm not even wearing the slightest bit of makeup or had any chemical surgery. Of course, I'm some sort of criminal." Any qualms I had before had disappeared, now I knew he didn't actually know my name.

"Now you don't understand," he said with a stern look on his face; I   stopped laughing. He took a step forward. " I know what type of criminal you are," Now I was intrigued what did he mean by type of criminal. Did he mean he knew what crime I committed or was he referring to how bad the crime I had done was?

He took a deep breath before continuing, "Your a justice criminal," I just stared at him blankly, not understanding a word he was saying.

"Don't you mean criminal justice..." I sighed, knowing I should be running away right about now: but I was curious. Maybe curiosity won't kill the cat this time.

"No it's quite the opposite actually," he replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "It's a criminal that fights for justice, through criminal activity," he paused, scratching his chin, probably trying to put it more simply after seeing my confused expression. "Like Robin Hood,"

Did he just say Robin Hood, how did he know who Robin Hood was? and how could he possibly know that I know who Robin Hood is? I haven't told him that I have books.

I began to panic. My heart pulsated in my chest. I wanted to run away but my feet were planted firmly on the ground, I couldn't move. So I did the only thing I could: talk my way out of it.

"No way!" I gasped, startling him. He looked slightly worried. "You're a justice criminal too!"

"No!" he cried far too quickly for my liking. Our eyes locked. His glassy brown eyes showed no emotion at all, to give him away. Normally, you can tell whether someone is lying through the expression in their eyes or through the fact that they look away. Not this guy, whoever he was: he didn't even flinch.

"Then how do you know who Robin Hood is?" I snapped. "You can't say through a book because there was obviously a book ban or say you saw it in a film because they're only about how a beautiful hero and heroine fall in love," I paused to glance at the boy once more. " More like fall head over heels for each other because they're so excessively beautiful," I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

" What's so wrong with wanting to look nice?" he said, obviously trying to change the subject.  I answered him anyway.

"Well hmm.. let me see," I began, pretending to be deep in thought. "For one thing, I'm totally not against people wanting to look nice. I'm against the fact that in today's crazy society everyone is pressured into wanting to change every aspect of themselves with harmful chemicals just to be excepted,"

He raised his eyebrows, "Everyone?"

"Well obviously not everyone. I've never touched any of those chemicals in my life. In my opinion, it's not worth using harmful chemicals just because I want to be excepted."

"I haven't either," he said bluntly. I stared at his flawless perfect skin and glowing hazel brown eyes. There was no way he didn't use some sort of chemical.

"You're lying," I blurted out without thinking. He jumped back at my sudden change of mood.

Then he just stared at me with those hazel brown eyes before stating, "Never  judge a book by its cover."

I was about to react when my leg started throbbing with pain. We had been talking for too long. I had lost track of time the darkness loomed above me. I looked down. To my horror, my bandage was soaked in blood.

I collapsed falling to the floor, unable to bear the pain. I scrambled to reach for my bag, but he beat me to it. He crouched down until his eyes were level with my own.

"What are you doing?" I shrieked. "I need that!"

"What do you think I'm doing?" he retorted as he pulled out my first aid kit.

"You're not touching my cut. I don't even know your name. Plus, you tried to fake kidnap me!" I gave him an accusing look. He ignored me, carefully pulling off my bandage.

Note to reader:

I hope you enjoyed this chapter because I certainly enjoyed it. Would you let a random stranger tend your wound-if you had one that is- I know I wouldn't.

Don't be a silent reader, tell me your thoughts on the chapter and your predictions on what's going to happen next. I'm open to any suggestions.

I hope you have a lovely day * glances at the time* I  mean night. Oh, I enjoyed writing this so much I lost track of the time.

Anyway, have a good night and remember to always keep smiling.

Lavender❤