Supernatural

1

The cold, wet blacktop did not help anything. But neither would a dumpster, so I sat, shivering and curled up in a ball against the brick wall.

Splish, splash, splish, splash.

I hurriedly hobbled across the alley, wincing the whole way, and squished myself to the side of one of the two ugly, smelly green dumpsters. A long shadow stretched across the alley. It didn't look like they had any weapons.

"Hello?" The small voice pierced the silence, "I won't hurt you, I promise."

I peeked out to see a tall and lean boy with short brown hair that was swept to one side. He wore black sweatpants and a grey hoodie. My guess was that he was about sixteen.

"Hey there,"

I stepped out and grabbed the edge of the dumpster for support.

"You don't look too good, let's go back to my place. We can get you warmed up and check out your foot, it looks like it hurts."

I just silently nodded my head as I wrapped my arms around myself.

"You seem cold," he said as he took off his sweatshirt and put it on me, "there you go."

Finally, I stopped shivering. We walked a few blocks and then came to a halt at a small house between an apartment and a tool shop. Or at least what used to be. Both of the buildings were crumbling and had boarded up windows.

The boy took out a small silver key and unlocked the front door. We stepped inside revealing a small and messy kitchen that merged with a living room that had a small fireplace and a few comfy looking chairs. There was a narrow hallway with three doorways going off into different rooms.

"Here," he sat me down on the chair nearest to the fireplace and got a fire going. Then he went over to the kitchen and got a small glass and filled it with water from the sink.

"There you go." The boy handed the water to me and I drank greedily. The cold water gave me shivers, resulting in me curling up to warm myself. All of a sudden, I felt a warm and soft fabric cover me. I turned to see that the boy had put a heavy fleece over me.

"So, what's your name?" He asked.

"Ariana," I replied quietly.

"Well, I'm Sam. And I just wanted to let you know you are welcome to stay as long as you need."

I smiled and he just stared at me with his chocolate brown eyes.

"Can I take a look at your foot?"

I nodded my head and pulled back the blanket to reveal my worn out tennis shoes. As Sam untied my shoes, I stared at his messy hair, resisting the urge to find a comb and brush it down. He eased my foot out of the shoe and I couldn't help but wince. My foot was swollen and had a purplish tint.

"Stay right here," Sam told me.

He went and grabbed something from the fridge and another thing from under the sink. As he came back over to me, I realized he had a bag of frozen peas and a small first aid kit. Sam set the peas on my foot gently then took a rubber band and secured it to my foot.

"Is that okay?," I nodded, "I'm just going to wrap it, alright?"

"Okay," I quietly agreed.

Sam first washed off my foot with a warm washcloth, then began to wrap my foot with some old bandages.

"Sorry they're used, it's all I had."

"Thank you," I whispered.

Sam looked up and stared at me for a good thirty seconds, while I ducked my head.

"Would you like me to show you to your bed?" He asked, and I nodded.

I tried to stand but tumbled. Before I could hit the ground, Sam caught me and pulled me tight to his chest. Without another word, he gracefully swept me off the floor and carried me bridal style towards the hallway. I looked up and gave him a shy smile.

He walked into one of the doorways and laid me down on a comfortable full size bed. My eyelids fluttered shut and I fell into a deep sleep.