Sierra

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Sierra's P.O.V.

I looked at him, wondering why it is he helped me.  Any normal person would have called 911 or closed the door.  But not this man, why did he do all this for me.  "So what's your name?" I asked him.  "The name's David" he said quietly.  "Hi David, my name is Sierra" I replied.  We just sat there watching the TV, it ached me not to ask more questions.  He then got up and turned to me, "Would you like anything to eat or drink?  I have tons of food and snacks" he said with a grin.  I shook my head and he sat back down, I choose then to get up, slowly due to my injury.  I then walked into the kitchen to grab some water, and as I walked my eye caught a newspaper on the table.  I picked it up and read the story, I was amazed at what I read.  I walked back into the living room and showed David the paper.  "What is this about?" I asked him.  He just sat there and stared at me with a worried look.  "Its nothing" he told me.  But I could tell that it wasn't really nothing, I could see the sadness and despair in his eyes.  Why was I looking into his eyes?  Never mind that, why was he lying about this?  We then talked about are favorite TV shows and how it has changed from the old days.  But in the back of my mind I still wondered about that story in the newspaper.  That's when I opened my mouth and asked it.  "Who's Iris?"

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