Nature's Gift

Chapter 1 - Not a good day

'YAWN!'
The pitch black digital clock that lied on the bedside table projected the time as '7:30AM', and the day as 'WEDNESDAY', in bright red image, onto the front of itself. David Timberlake, aged 14, slowly clambered out of his bed and landed on the soft carpet that greeted him on to the bedroom floor. He trod out of his room and into the bathroom to get ready for school. He stared into the large mirror above the sink, to see a timid, medium sized, English boy staring back. Brilliant blue pupils shone in his eyes, and short black hair hung down the top of his head. He stumbled back into his room and slowly pulled open his wardrobe. He slipped out a neat, green uniform, and shorts that were black and plain. He hurried to the kitchen to grab a bowl of cereal for breakfast, and then hopped on to a couch to watch some TV.
"Better enjoy my breakfast." he thought,"Might miss lunch in the afternoon."

The morning was horrible for David, as usual. First was math, which he hated, then came languages, where he learnt beginner French, as he always had, since he was in grade 1. Then he was met by 1 of the 10 bully groups that bashed him for his lunch money. He sat in the cafeteria with no food, his tummy rumbling. That's when another bully approached him. Suddenly, a nervous look washed over his face as he noticed who the mean, fearless figure was.
"Oh crud"
Michel Blackwood. The, by far, meanest and most feared bully. He even scared everyone away, even the other bullies and teachers. That's right. TEACHERS. Luckily, he hadn't picked on David before, but he wasn't taking any chances. David got out of his seat and turned away from the monstrous human. He shuffled out of the cafeteria and then, once outside, made a run for it. Too late. A massive hand gripped on to David's collar.
"Hey Dave!" Michel chuckled sinisterly.
He slammed a fist on to the scared boys cheek. It felt nothing like David had ever experienced before. A black puddle spread across the poor child's face.
"Argh!"
David burst into tears. A drop of blood trickled out his mouth and down to his chin.
"Where's the cash!?!" The crazy thug roared.
All David could manage to mutter was 3 simple words.
"Other. Gang. Has."
Michel swore. He threw the poor, limp, bleeding figure on to the concrete floor and turned around.
"Phew!" David thought, "He's finally going away...."
Just at that moment Blackwood flashed an evil grin, and spun around, kicking his poor victim in the stomach. That was all the little boy could handle. His pupil grew small, blood poured out of his mouth and he was shot across the floor, his skin getting grazed against it. The monster trod away casually, laughing to himself. David struggled to keep his eyes open. He stared straight at Michel Blackwood, and used the last of his energy yo whisper three final words before he blacked out.
"I Hate You."

An hour later David's eyelids slowly opened to greet a sight of a nurse looking over him.
"Huh?"
The nurse smiled and shouted something out. David couldn't quite make out what she said, because his hearing was still a bit muffled after taking a slam on the side of his head. He slowly sat up and took in his surroundings. There was a crowd standing around some strips of yellow tape surrounding the area that he was attacked in. That's when he noticed 2 strange things. Even though he was still smothered in blood, his wounds and bruises had faded away, as if like magic. Another thing was, there was a chunk of concrete that had been pulled out of the ground and slammed down next to the gap, just a few steps ahead of where he last saw Michel. A police man paced towards David and kneeled down next to him. Now his hearing was getting back to normal.
"Do you know this boy?" the police man said in a serious voice, while holding up a photo. The photo was of a boy.... he was tall and muscular.... he was.... he was....
"Michel?" The blood covered boy exclaimed.
"Is he your friend?" The suspicious officer asked.
"I wouldn't say that but...."
"Doesn't matter, all I want to know is, how did he get under there?"
The man pointed to the concrete slab that had been pulled out of the ground. Now David noticed blood stains on, and around it. The police man could tell by the look on David's face that he had no idea, so the officer got to his feet and went to look for more clues.
"Wait!" David shouted, "Is...Is he safe?"
David couldn't believe that he actually cared, but he was worried, and just had to know.
"Well kid" the police man said, "He only just survived so..."
That was all he wanted to say. He continued away and was soon swallowed by the crowd.

David lay on his bed, finally back home. He could leave school early, to recover from the shock. He stared at the white ceiling of his room. He remembered his last words and then, he thought a crazy thought.
"Did I do it?"
Michel was crushed after bashing HIM up, and when David woke up HE was perfectly healed, even though only around an hour passed.
"Actually, Nah" he thought "That's impossible."
He rolled to his side and closed his eyes once more.