W - Two Worlds

Chapter 2

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My eyes opened to the bright, tiny stars splattered over the dark night sky. The realization that I was outside, on a unfamiliar surrounding hit me. Confusion swept over me before I recalled what had happened last. I was grabbed inside of the screen. 

I stood up swiftly and checked my surroundings. I was on what seemed like a roof on a building.   There were a few lights surrounding the perimeter of the roof, lighting up the roof enough to see the next few yards. Dread broke out of my mind as the awareness that I am no longer in my house, hit me. I stumbled around the roof, desperate for a way to get out. I covered by complete worry now...I somehow got pulled into this place, and don't know how to get back home. 

It wasn't until I crossed over the other half of the roof that I noticed the person. I took a few anxious, small steps towards the person. It was a boy, around my age, maybe a year or two older than me. He had a pool of blood around him. His abdomen had what seemed a knife wound, the wound was fenced with blood. His white shirt was spattered over with the blood. 

His face is a pale, sickly color. His eyes are tightly shut, tiny beads of sweat were sprinkled over his face. 

I felt the color left my face when I became aware of what he could be–or was. Dead. 

I felt my body get a surge of energy as I crouched down next to him, his cold blood making my pink pants brown. His shallow breath hit my ear, and I felt his slow pulse underneath my fingertips. He was still alive–alive but dying.  

I felt my doctor instincts kick in as I pulled out a stack of fresh gauze from my pockets, and pressed them tightly against his wound. The blood swallowed up the gauze in no time, making them wet with blood. I replace the gauze with the final ones I have. Those too, were soaked wet in his blood in no time. 

Where do I get more tissues?  Panic surged through me as I grasped the likely possibility that this person was going to die. 

My eyes traveled throughout the roof, desperate for something–anything–that could help this person. 

I spot the door with an arrow pointing down, as my eyes roamed. This leads downstairs. Taking one more glimpse of this person, I open the door and run down. The first floor I went through was what seemed like a huge kitchen. Chefs were swarming the place. I let my eyes wander, trying to spot a towel. A pile of tissues caught my eye and I grasped as many as I can before yelling, "There's someone dying on the roof! Call 911! Get help! ", and go back to the roof. I tripped one of the steps once and felt my knee collide with pain. Damnit, my clumsiness might actually kill someone. I tried to scrape off the pain and ran back to the person. 

I was out of breath by the time I got back. Although the man was breathing, his signs of life were nearly invisible. I clasped the gauze against the knife wound and felt the blood draining away. When I got to the last tissue, there was no more blood to dry up. 

I examined the wound carefully, making my eyes extract every piece of evidence possible. The stab had a length of . I didn't have anything to stitch up the hole, even if I did, I'm not sure this man would make it out alive. My doctor skills aren't the best.  

I heard footsteps pound the floor behind me as I turned back. There was a man around his 20's, holding a cell phone in one hand and a large towel in the other. He was wearing an apron and looked rather like a waiter. His hands trembled with fear when his eyes skimmed the body.