Amethyst- Book one

A doctor and his Dog

     “Are you okay?” A husky voice asked me. Just from hearing him, I could tell that this voice belonged to a young teenager that just barely lost his higher-pitched little kid’s voice but was now trying to get used to hearing his deeper voice. I turned around to see a boy that looked a few years younger than me. Strangely, he looked a little familiar. His skin was russet colored, and he had large, almond-shaped eyes and high cheekbones. He had a mop of thick, black hair that was ruffled, as if he just crawled out of bed. He was tall for his age, and thin, but he looked generally friendly and sounded very concerned for me, even though he never met me.

“Well, I had better days, but I feel fine now. Unless I’m dead and this is what happens before you go to heaven or whatever.”

      The boy smiled, and I learned that I liked his happy smile and that his eyes crinkled when he smiled..

“I hope it isn’t, otherwise someone must’ve killed me in my sleep.” The boy laughed. Then, he started to look concerned again. “But I was dreaming a pretty good dream, then I saw you and this other guy fall from this huge building, which I think is downtown, I saw it yesterday. Then, you just showed up here.”

“Yeah, I fell. But I heal pretty fast. My name is Amethyst, and I’m sorry for interrupting your dream.” I told him.

“That’s okay with me. I thought it was pretty unrealistic. I had a crush on Katie Turray since I laid eyes on the girl, but she’s way out of my league, so I don’t think her asking me to the semi-formal sounds like anything that would happen outside of my dreams. Wow, I can’t believe I just told you that—well technically, I’m still dreaming, so it’s not like you’re a real person anyways.” The boy said sheepishly. I laughed at his honesty, but then found myself looking into his eyes. They were a shining gray color, but they also had some specks of white and slight tints of dark blue and black. Looking into his eyes reminded me of looking at the sky during dusk, where the sky wasn’t completely black, yet I could still see the stars. Of course, I also remembered the time Dad took me camping and taught me all the skills I needed if I ever got lost and had to spend a night in the woods. These skills included where to find a stone that oddly looked like the twilight sky, and my Dad said that this stone would make me a fire.

“Flint!” I gasped.

“Is flint a name, or are you looking for the rock? I had a dream about that once after I watched ‘Survivor’ only I was on an island full of rabid parakeets. It was so weird.” The boy admitted. He was most likely being this honest because he thought I wasn’t a real person.

“No, your—what’s your name?” I asked him.

“Alex Greene.” He told me.

“Alex, do you live in Boston?”

“Yeah, how did you know? Oh, wait, duh.” Alex slapped his hand on his forehead.

“Does your dad work as a fire-fighter?” I asked him..

“Yeah! Are you a psychic or something?” He asked me.

“Did you go to Miami nine years ago with your Dad?”

“How do you know all this?” he asked me. Before I could answer him, he squinted his eyes, as if he heard something, and then he vanished.

      “Someone should call 9-1-1!” A woman’s voice shouted.

“Kid, are you okay, can I help?” A man’s voice sounded closer.