Someday

Chapter 3 - Blood Doesn't Scare Me, But Growling Does

I woke up to the brightness of the sun. The first thing that I noticed was that the dirt beneath me was soft and damp, meaning that it rained. And on cue, a soft wind blew by making me realize how cold I actually felt.

It's about mid afternoon and I looked around trying to decide what to do and where to go. I was an idiot to run like that! Now they're going to think that I murdered that woman, which of course isn't good for me. So now I'm trying to decide which direction I should start walking in, but it appears that someone else wants to make that decision for me.

I hear growling. Probably that of a bear of some sort. And before I know what's happening, I'm running in the direction that I think is opposite to the growling. I soon realize how much affect not eating for nearly 20 hours has on me. My feet want to stop and my knees are about to give out. The only thing keeping me from stopping now is fear.

It turns out that I wasn't that far into the woods because after a minute of running I begin to see a highway. My feet instinctively speed up and I am soon out of the woods, literally, and on the ground next to the handsome teenager whom I had just bumped into.
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After accepting his offer to give me a ride to his house, I take a seat in the back of his beat up Toyota. I could tell that the only reason he had offered a shower and some food to me was because I probably looked like crap and he was probably concerned by the blood that stained my now scratched up pajamas.

As soon as he unlocked the door and I had stepped inside, he said "The bathroom is upstairs the first door on the left." Did I really look that bad?

I used the directions that he gave me a found the bathroom easily. One look in the mirror and I was scarred for life. I looked worse than crap. My face was caked with dirt and tiny cuts. My hair resembles a birds nest and my lips were cracked from dehydration. I immediately looked away.

What was he doing downstairs? It sounded like he was pacing. As I was thinking on what I should say to him, how to explain myself, a horrible thought crossed my mind. What if he recognized me? My parents, no doubt, filed a missing persons report and most likely gave the police a photo of me to publicize on the news and whatnot.

I then relaxed a little bit. Even if they had given the police a picture of me they didn't have any pictures of me from the age 10 and up. I hated getting my picture taken and I finally put my foot down when I turned ten. I look completely different from when I was ten. At ten I had a pot belly, blond hair, and dull blue eyes. Now I was much skinnier, my hair had transformed from blond to brown and my eyes burned with blue electricity. There was no reason for me to be worried.

I hopped in the shower, eager to get the dirt off of me and to clean the cuts that were on the verge of infection. I used only a little bit of soap and water and stepped out of the bath only moments after I went in. My skin was itching for the warm water to soothe me again but I wasn't going to put any more trouble on this family than I had to.

I then put a bit of toothpaste on my index finger and brushed my teeth like that. It wasn't ideal but at lease it kept me from looking like I've never brushed my teeth before.

I took another look in the mirror and was satisfied with what I saw. My hair was wet, so it was tamed for now, my face looked clean and the cuts were hardly visible. And my eyes were somehow more wild than before, but this time it wasn't because of fear, but because of curiosity.

I was curious about the boy who was kind enough to take me to his home and allow me to take a shower there without even knowing my name. I'm curious about the boy who is downstairs fixing me a meal without me asking him to. I'm curious about the boy who, from one look into my eyes, could tell that I needed help and then offer me it. I'm curious about the person who's been the most kind to me, and I don't even know his name.

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