Voices in the Dark

Him.

Okay, I'm writing as much as I can tonight because I won't be active in typing this for awhile.
 
  Chapter 3- Him. :
 
  In all of the five years since "their" death, not many people have talked to me, but I hear their whispers. That was until I met him. Alec, mister bad boy, I've heard the occasional teenager talk about him, ice learned quite a bit about him.
  Supposedly, he has done drugs before, smokes on campus and skips school. I hear that he has illegally drunk before. I don't know if these rumors are true or not.
  I was trying to sleep one night, I sleep with one eye open now because of the dangers of living where I do (I wouldn't call it living though). I was trying sleep when I heard a nearby dumpster clang and then someone whisper yelling, "S***!" I ignored this profanity because I've gotten used to the occasional cuss word.
  I slowly got up and prepared my fists (you learn a bit on the streets). I waited for the footsteps, but instead,"I'm not going to hurt you" as soon as the mystery person said this, I tensed up more because that is what they all say. "Show yourself," I raised my voice and made myself sound confident.
  I heard footsteps that sounded like boots. I took a step back. "What are you doing here and what do you want?" I asked. "I was just wondering around and saw you sobbing in your sleep," the voice said. I didn't know if this person was lying or not.
  The voice stepped into the light and my breath hitched. It was the boy named Alec. I've caught glimpses of the pics of him on the passing teens' phones. The pictures didn't do him justice. He had dark brown hair, dark brown eyes (almost black), and he had handsome features on his tanned skin. He was wearing a black jacket, a white shirt underneath, blue jeans, and black boots.
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Alec's P.O.V.
I've been watching her for nearly a month. I was attracted to her beautiful features and voice. She looks like she gets little sun being on the corner of the street, the buildings blocking the sun. She had some beautiful blue eyes and brunette hair. She woar a simple white tank top and jeans as usual, I've never seen her wear anything else.
  I feel like a stalker, but I'm not. I'm a boy that's interested in the singer on the corner. I don't know her name. Hell, I don't know anything about her.
   I watch over her when she sleeps because I've seen her get hurt by people in her sleep. Ill admit that she's a fighter and she can handle herself, but I once had to handle a guy with a gun pointed at her in her sleep. I had to do something.
  I feel an obligation towards her, but I haven't approached her until now. I don't know why I decided to do it, but I did.
  I approached her, I thought that she was awake seeing how she was sobbing. I tried going past the trash can, but a rat startled me and I hit my foot making noise. I whispered my profanities and immediately shut my mouth, not trying to scare her.
  She got up and got into her fighting pose trying to act threatening, I've seen her fight.
  "I'm not going to hurt you," I shoudnt have said that cliche line. "Show yourself!" she sounded brave, what am I saying, she is brave.
  I took a few steps forward and I thought that I was in the light, but I wasn't. I seen her step back. "What are you doing here and what do you want?" she asked.
  "I was wondering around and saw you sobbing in your sleep," I said, hoping that she knew that I was telling the truth. I saw her doubt.
  I stepped into the light and heard her take a hard breath as she saw me. She looked at me from head to toe analyzing me.
  I didn't smirk because she didn't look at me the way that other girls did. She didn't look at me like a piece of meat. I don't know how to describe it. I just saw how she cane out of her fighting stance and settled some what.
  What does that mean? She doesn't know me.