"C'mon, I need to know your okay." The brown eyed man stressed quietly above her. "At least open your eyes, you don't need to say anything"
The girl slowly moved her hands from her face to look at the man above. As she moved her arms moved to push herself into a sitting position, the man's face flooded with relief as he took a step back with a sigh.
"You scared me there. you wouldn't stop screaming in your sleep, I couldn't get you to wake up." He explained to the bruised girl in front of him, running a hand through his knotted hair.
"Where am I..?" The girl asked him quietly, watching his movements.
"Uh.." he blushed, "your at my house. I didn't know what to do. You were asleep and I didn't want to be on the ground till you woke up."
She squinted him, confusion and annoyance filling her face as she moved the blankets off of her bruised self. Wincing as her ribs shifted.
"You didn't think to take me to the hospital..?" She spat harshly. Biting her bottom lip as she moved her legs to the edge of the bed.
"I-" he froze, his face going beat red as he realised that the hospital should've been his first thought. He scratched the back of his neck, watching the girl wince as she got off the bed, her legs shaking. "Sorry."
She let out a shaky breath, using the bed to keep herself steady. "It's fine. I'm fine." She waves her free hand at him as she moves away from the bed.
"Do you need some help?" The man asks her, taking a step closer, his hand gently touching her upper arm.
She tensed under his touch, her voice going weak.
"Don't touch me."
He quickly removed his hand from her arm, apologizing profusely. "I'm sorry, red. I just want to help you."
She looked at him, fear in her eyes.
"I'm sorry..?"
His soft brown eyes met her fearful seafoam green.
"Yeah, I'm sorry for touching your shoulder, I shouldn't have done that, i-"
She cut him off.
"did you call me red?" She asked, her hand taking its place back on the bed to steady herself.
"Oh, uh.. yeah." He confirmed. "I just figured, with your red hoodie and the fact that I don't know your actual name, that I'd come up with a nickname-"
"Don't call me that." The clad in red demanded.
The man stood quiet for a moment, then nodded.
"well, then can I have an actual name to put to face?" He questioned, hoping he could get something out of her that could help him assist her problems.
She decided to sit back down in the edge of her bed, getting sissy from standing for to long. She stared at her bruised knees, taking in a deep breath, feeling the pain burning more with each breath. She definitely had a broken rib or two. The girl raised her hand to touch the dried blood from her previously bleeding nose, only to find a warm substance.
She moved her hand to see what could be so warm and wet trailing down her chin. It was blood, covering her fingertips, dribbling past 5 little crescent shaped bruises on her wrist. Almost like they were made from fingernails
"Marx," she whispered, lifting her blurry vision to the man watching her worriedly, "take me to a hospital."
She saw a blurry brown image moving twords her, trying to catch her before she fell off the bed.
Then it was dark. Like the abyss.
She yelled in frustration into the abyss. Waiting for an echo that never came.
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Some guy in a brown Marx shirt
Mystery / ThrillerIn theory, she should've just denied the man clad in a brown Marx shirt, but she just couldn't resist his easy smile and caring eyes. So, she agreed to let the man take her phone to add his number. In theory, She should've just gone home.
