-Chapter 4-
Armani
For those of you still reading this, I swear on my life I'm not making any of this up. What's happening here is a true story. I really did see an alien that night. And as soon as I realized what I was looking at, I knew that the craft that had crashed was a spaceship. An alien spaceship.
I must've screamed for what seemed like several long minutes. I couldn't stop; I was so freaked out. I never once thought that I'd see an alien in my lifetime, but here was one right in front of me. I couldn't even process what was happening. I was helping an injured alien that had crash landed a few miles from my house. This night couldn't get anymore insane.
The alien amazingly lifts the piece of scorching metal and it crashes to the ground. I stop screaming and wince at the loud noise, then rush over to the little alien being. I can tell that its arm is definitely broken. It lays in a crumpled heap on the grass. The alien groans in pain after lifting the huge chunk of metal.
"It'll be okay, I'm going to take care of you. Can I pick you up?" I ask the alien. Then I think, oh my God. I'm talking to an alien. I shake my head because I need to get over it. This alien needs help and I need to get it out of here, before the ship explodes.
The tiny alien being nods its head slowly then winces. I very gently pick it up, scooping it into my hands. I watch as the alien closes its eyes. Moving that piece of metal probably exhausted all of its energy and I can't blame it. The poor little guy is completely wiped out.
I make sure no one is around the area to see what I'm carrying. I don't wanna get stopped by the police or anyone because I won't have a good explanation as to the cargo I'm carrying. Quickly, I take off my hoodie and wrap it around the alien to keep it warm. Also to conceal it in case I get stopped by someone. Then, I sprint all the way home and don't stop for anything.
I finally make it home after running for what seemed like forever. When I get home, I use my house key to slowly unlock the door. I don't want anyone to see what I'm carrying because they're gonna freak out and call the military, or the police, the men in Black, or something. I don't want anything bad to happen to this alien; not yet anyways. Not until I find out what it's doing here and why it crashed on earth.
I sneak in through the back door of our house. When I peek my head inside, no one is in the kitchen. Good. Mom and Dad must already be asleep. Derek is watching tv in the living room, no surprise there. While he's distracted, I hurry inside, close and lock the door behind me, then race upstairs to my room. I slam the door behind me, locking it, and pray that no one decides to come into my room for a while.
In a panic, I pace back and forth in my room, still holding the injured alien in my arms. I'm trying to think of a good place to put it. On my bed? I'd rather not, since I don't know if he could have any diseases or something like that. On the floor? No, it's not very comfortable. I sigh as I decide to lay him down gently on my bed. The alien moans slightly as I lay him down as gently as I can. I'm not entirely sure why I'm calling it a "He" already. It could be a female alien, I'm not sure. I guess I'll have to wait when he wakes up to find out.
I cover up the little creature with the blankets. "Sit tight, little guy. I'm gonna get the first aid kit." Hurriedly, I race to the bathroom which is across the hall from my room, and swing open the cabinet doors. I grab the large first aid kit and make my way back to my room, when suddenly I see my mom.
"Cass? You're home? When did you get here?" She asks, confused.
Crap, I think, I can't be talking to her right now. I have to help an injured alien who's lying in my bed! I don't have time for this! "Um, a little while ago. Can we talk later Mom? Please? I'm kinda busy. I have to do um...homework."
My mom peeks around my back and sees the first aid kit. I gulp nervously. "Is that the first aid kit? Why do you have it, and why do you smell like smoke? Are you okay sweetie?"
I nod vigorously, trying not to have a total nervous breakdown right in the middle of the hallway. "Don't worry mom I'm fine. We did a science project today that got out of hand. I'll take a shower later. Love you."
I briefly hug my mom and she smiles but looks at me, confused. But luckily, she shrugs and heads down the hall towards the stairs. I wait until she's out of sight then breathe a sigh of relief and rush back to my room. I close the door and lock it behind me again.
The little alien is still sound asleep in my bed. I know I need to doctor it quick before something really bad happens to it. I look at its arm, and it's bent in a V shape. Oh man, that's not good. It's broken for sure. I carefully get out a cast that we always keep extra in our emergency first aid kit. My mom is a nurse so I know how to do as much as I can for a broken arm. She taught me how to wrap it in a cast before. I do what my mom taught me and gently place the alien's arm in the cast.
As I work, the alien doesn't move. It's like he's knocked out cold, unconscious. I dab a wet cloth of cold water on its forehead, trying to wake it up, but nothing. I use rubbing alcohol to clean its flesh wounds that are the deepest. He has a bad one on his stomach that is oozing some kind of green stuff, which is probably what their blood looks like. I stitch it up and the bleeding stops.
Finally, I'm done doctoring the alien. I double check to make sure I didn't miss anymore injuries. When I'm satisfied with my work, I close the first aid kit and sit on my bed, waiting for the alien to wake up. What am I going to do if the alien wakes up and attacks me or my family? What if its an evil alien? So many terrifying questions race in my mind that I begin to get a headache. I try to ignore them. If the alien turns out to be bad, well...I guess I'll just have to deal with it.
As the evening goes on I catch up with my homework and listen to music. I constantly check on the little alien. He's breathing regularly, but they're slow, shallow breaths. I'm not entirely sure that he's going to make it. At this point I'm not even sure what I should do. I wish I had a friend to call so I could freak out over this with someone I trusted. But I don't have any friends; not here at least. My best friend, Tessa moved away when we were in elementary school. We still keep in touch sometimes, but she lives in California and I live in New Mexico. So it's pretty hard for us to hang out.
I think of a list of questions that I'm going to ask the alien when it wakes up. Question number 1: What are you doing on Earth? Question number 2: are you evil? I'm still thinking of more questions to ask it. But maybe not right away. If it's really in a lot of pain, I don't want to bombard it with questions. The poor thing has been through so much already. I don't know how much more it can take.
I'm listening to music when I hear the little alien stir in my bed. I rip out my earbuds and look over at it. He's trying to wake up I think, but his eyes are still closed. As I look closer at him, I notice that it's probably about nine inches long, has a pair of tiny slits for a nose, has a small mouth, and large almond-shaped eyes. The alien groans in pain as it moves around, then, its eyes slowly flutter open.
I stare in disbelief at the alien. He glances around himself, probably wondering where he is. When he sees me, my heart almost stops. I don't know what to do at first. Should I introduce myself? Should I speak to it? I clear my throat nervously and say in a shaky voice, "Hi, my name is Cassidy. What's yours?"
The alien keeps glancing around himself anxiously. I can tell he's a little scared and nervous probably. He locks eyes with me and says in a small voice, "Hello human, my name is Armani."
