Scars - Chapter Two

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I hear the person behind me speed up. I can tell that they are a male by the loudness of the thump of their feet against the pavement. My heart starts accelerating, even more than it already was from running, as the boy comes up directly next to me.

I look to my left and see a boy about my age with a small smile playing on his lips. It wasn't the sick, sadistic smile that I had been expecting if it was another attacker, it was a nice smile. One of a caring person.

We continued to run like that. Him smiling slightly and myself trying to calm down. We don't say anything to each other, we simply run. At first I am scared because all of my scars are showing, even the worst ones on my legs, and the horrible one on my neck, but after awhile I realize I don't need to. He doesn't even glance at anything but my eyes in the whole charade.

Anytime he looks into my eyes, and me into his, I get a strange feeling of comfort. I can see things in those eyes that I have never seen in anyone's eyes before. Pain, happiness, sorrow, excitement, all flooding through those pretty blue eyes. I have never seen so many emotions run through someone's eyes before.

As we are running around the last curve of the 4 mile trail that goes around the park, the boy speeds up as if to race me, so I do the same. At first I think that it's going to be an easy race - I'm a pretty fast runner - but then it's actually a workout. By the time we reach the parking lot where we started off I'm breathing really hard. We reach the "end line" at exactly the same time and start laughing really hard.

"That was so much fun!" I exclaim.

I'm still laughing really hard when I notice the boy's face start to distort as if in severe pain. My laughing immediately halts as I ask him if he's ok. I barely get the question out before the boy is on the ground passed out. I scream and run to my car as fast as I can to get my cell phone and call for an ambulance.

As I wait for the ambulance to get to the park I hold the guy's head in my lap, praying that nothing is seriously wrong with him.

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