insomniac

s t a r

the bubble of water calms my racing brain. I lie, staring at the pavement.

I hear footsteps. two feet, pattering towards me on the cold, hard floor. a pair of white vans appear from nowhere in front of me. "are you okay?"

"that's a big question." I turn my head to look at the stranger, making no attempt to get up. there's no point- he's already seen me.

"well...can you answer?" he asks, watching me with wide, dark eyes. I look away.

"I'd rather not."

"okay." he runs his hands though sandy brown hair, curls wrapping around his long fingers. "okay," he says again, then sticks his hand out. I stare at it with fascination for a second, then realise I'm supposed to take it. I limply hold my arm up, and he grasps it and hauls me up. "what's your name?" he asks.

"I'd rather not answer that either," I say, swaying on my feet.

he squints at me, his dark brows knitting on his forehead. "you're not drunk, are you?"

I give him my best smile. "drunk on life? hell yes."

he gives me a strange look, then shakes it off. "well, I'm James," he states matter-of-factly. "I'll walk with you for a bit, okay? just do you don't... do that again."

I sigh, letting a small, but undoubtedly real, smile creep across my face. "that would be nice, James."

[A/N]
I'M SORRY
it's been.. what, four months?
I had to delete wattpad for a while because of stuff at home, so I've been inactive for a while. but now it's the summer, and I have nothing better to do than get my ass back I'm action. this is a bit lame, but it's better than nothing, and it's easing my conscious very slightly. anyway, I'll start writing properly soon enough, so take this lousy chapter as an apology (to those who care).

~a