Running out of time

Chapter 6. Ben ~ after the collision

That was crazy, that was insane! I'm crying yet I have no idea why. Furiously wiping my eyes I stare at the 3 strangers that stood before me. I blinked again. They were still there. I tried again but it was futile. The words were dripping out of my mouth before I could stop them "we've got work to do"

How the hell did I speak? I didn't expect to, I- I just... Uh! I don't get it! Why would I say something that I don't even understand, but somehow, I knew. Somehow only we knew.

I shook myself out of my daze and looked at the people in front of me. I really looked. I studied every detail, every little motion they made. I don't understand why, but somehow I felt closer to them than anyone before. Closer to them than my dad. He meant so much to me, but now...

I didn't realise but I was crying, again, tears were running down my face as it turned red and blotchy. A girl with a cosy jumper on was staring back at me, her eyes wide as she took everything in. I couldn't help but stare back at her. Looking into her eyes felt like gazing upon the universe. I didn't know that could happen.

After she realised that I met her gaze she let her hair fall over her left eye.and looked away from me. She looked beautiful. Her hair was a light shade of brown cut down to her shoulders. Her eyes were bright blue.

Unfortunately, I was stupid enough to stare at her for too long, I didn't notice the guy I started playing football with, had come up behind me. He introduced himself as Roy back when we were playing football. Well I guess started to play, the clouds began to whir after that. The cloud began to whir, how strange. Roy pointed towards the other girl who was kneeling on the grass. I think she was vomiting.

Roy took the initiative and put his fleece around her shoulders. He took the nearest piece of trash (an empty, but greasy, take away box which had drifted somehow from the nearby KFC) and used that to clean the mess up. Realising I could help, I tore of the elbow of my sleeve (which had hundreds of stitches in by now) and used that to wipe her mouth. After thanking us, the girl told us her name. Anna, it was pretty.

After spending the most time string at this girl with the dazzling blue eyes, I didn't even know her name. Lucy, she told me. That name suited her, very well. Very well indeed. I told her my name and she smiled. She looked beautiful when she smiled.