This Isn't Me

Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

I waited to be struck, to be killed by all the monsters, but that never happened, the screeching of them ringing in my ears as my body continued to lightly shake as lied there, arms over my head and face, my body slightly curled in a ball, the soft grass all around me. When the noises died away, the only sound was my light, shaky breathing. I heard someone rush to my side, others as well, and as a hand gently touched my shoulder I tensed, waiting.

“Guys, he’s hurt, badly. We need to get him to the house.” A strong and confident, yet worried voice stated.

“Well come on then!” A second voice cried as someone picked me up and held me against them. Whoever it was, they were strong and warm, but I was handed to someone else.

“It’s getting cold and he’s barely wearing anything to keep him warm, you generate more heat Jerome; you take him.” Someone stated.

“Fine, come on then!” The second voice, who apparently belongs to this Jerome guy, once more confirmed. I heard and felt them all running around me, something soft and very warm touching parts of my bare skin. I could hear them killing more monsters, and whenever Jerome would be stuck with killing one, I would feel the strong muscles in his arms flex as he easily wiped them out.

By the time everyone slowed down, the darkness was being penetrated by a glowing light, but I didn’t look up, just stayed still in the fluffy man’s arms, still very, very cold. A door opened, and walking just a bit more, I was gently set down on a soft surface. I didn’t move, the surface comfortable and somehow welcoming.

“I think he’s asleep.” Jerome commented.

“He looks really tired.” Someone added.

“Why was he out there all alone? He was basically asking for a death sentence!” Someone quietly argued. I recognized the voice as the one that had first spoke, telling the others I was hurt.

“Poor kid.” Jerome stated, sitting next to me and gently smoothing my hair.

“Here, let me get a health potion, maybe some food, if he’s up for it, but he needs to heal, we don’t know if he’ll try sneaking off on his own again.” I heard two people walk from the room.

“Hey, wake up…” Jerome softly whispered, lightly shaking me.

“I never fell asleep to begin with.” I softly replied.

“Oh.” The second person in the room with us blunt stated, then began laughing.

“Can you move?” Jerome asked. I slowly sat up, my eyes still closed as I leaned on his side. He chuckled, wrapping an arm around my waist, gently holding me.

“Oh, you woke him up, that was fast.” Someone stated.

“He never fell asleep.” Jerome informed them. “He’s just good at acting I guess, I don’t really know.” He added. Someone kneeled down in front of me.