Fear, pain and anger. Those words were the only way to describe my emotions. To think my pathetic showing of courage was this bad. I had hoped to change but all l could do was prove my existence worthless. I said those words while l looked at her bleeding Infront of me.
To understand the scene above we have to move back a bit three days ago. I woke up to an early morning, same day, same cluster filled apartment with my roommates the cockroaches. It was a Saturday so l had no school, which was a major relief for me. Interacting with people was a hassle l didn't want to partake in. I was hoping for a quiet and relaxing day but to my misfortune, l had caught a fever. There are times you wish you had cute girlfriend to take care of you, but reality isn't so kind. While regretting living alone, l made my way through the trash to the door and opened it all while being welcomed by Mr Sun. I walked to the convenience store to buy medicine feeling remorse for the life l lived so far.
I was betrayed by my parents after they tried to sell me to gain wealth to close their debt. I was merely a tool to them. I ran away before that happened and found myself in an orphanage which turned out to be a human trafficking site. When l told my friends and we tried to escape, they used me as to escape and left me dying on the street. To say the least l had a unfortunate start. I was saved by the police and sent to another orphanage, l studied hard till l got a job and now l'm living alone in a one roomed apartment.
It's all in the past l thought. I arrived at the convenience store, and got my medicine no unlucky events so far as l sighed in relief. On my way back home. I saw a girl being harassed by two goons. It was a typical cliche l wanted nothing to do with. Whoever controlled fate was a jerk as to add a dilemma on top of another, it turned out that they were on the only path which led directly to my apartment. The other paths were about forty minutes away from home, and with my fever this was not a solution for me. I looked around as my eyes hoped for another person to be there to save her, but l was the only one.
I decided to walk right past them, while putting aside the awkwardness that came with it. I walked normally past them with a bit of stealth as not to attract attention from them. I couldn't help it look back at her as my eyes wondered with curiosity. She had fair black hair and wore a school uniform which looked like it was for the high class members of society. A school for the rich, l thought. I was a bit confused as to why she was wearing a uniform on a Saturday, as l stared more while passing by ..oh crap our eyes met. She looked at me the same way one would look at the only shiver of hope in sight. "Me, hope" l laughed inside as l found the thought amusing. Her eyes were pleading for help and l, a coward wasn't brave enough for that. At that time l started hearing voices echoing in my head, sorry..... sorry.... sorry.... sorry.....don't hate me, as this words kept swirling around my brain, l somehow lost my stealth skill as one of the goons saw me.
l tightly close my eyes while walking away as if the scene before me was just a figment of my imagination. He definitely seemed pleased with himself, when he saw me walking away.
"I guess smart people exist in this world" he said outloud. Hatred flooded my mind, not because he was insulting me but because his words were true as l couldn't even protect a single girl who desired my help. I started to laugh in anguish at a truly pathetic sight l saw in myself, hearing my laughter the too guys shifted their gaze towards me thinking l was laughing at them.
I clutched tight my hand, ran straight towards one of the two sketchy looking guy's, threw a barrage of punches and managed to confirm my death as one of the punches landed it's mark with a heavy blow to the face which sent the goon toppling on the other. Without a second's notice, l grabbed hold of the girl's hand and ran as fast as my weak body could take me. Never in my life had l wished to have taken gym lessons. My stamina ran low after a few minutes, but l knew the nearest police station was right around the corner just within reach. The goons seemed to have had a blessing from the god of wind as they were moving fast at the rate at which they would catch up to us before we reached the station. l remembered my elementary friend telling me about how a person can stimulate another's fear simply by giving the other a certain look, so l gave the goons the most intimidating look l could master at the time and to my astonishment they started panicking and ran off the opposite direction. I stood there with the girl besides me who was awfully silent the entire time, only giving dazed expression.
l honestly believed that l managed to scare the goons away with my look but got a stick on the head when a police officer came up to us and asked if we were both okay and that's when l knew the goons didn't run out of fear of me but the policeman, l guess it wasn't that shocking since my friend mostly talked about comic books. While the officer checked if we were both alright l couldn't help it cry on the inside at my feeble demeanour. He then left to make sure they were not bothering anyone else leaving me with the girl and an awkward atmosphere.
The girl then looked at me in awe as she asked why l saved her despite my obviously fear of the goons. l tried to respond in a cool way and said,"if l see a cute girl in need it's obviously that anyone would cast aside their fear and try to save her ".
l knew it was bold of me to say that and might l say l was prepared for a harsh comeback as the words that sounded cool in my mind came up too aggressive for an antisocial creature as me. To me the girl and l were to different species living in different worlds which is why l usually referred to her extroverted kind as high class. When the response did not come l felt anxious so l looked at the girl and saw her blushing as she muttered the words,"you think I'm cute". I was about to respond to her words when suddenly vivid images flooded my mind again as the voice echoed.... processing.... processing..... suitable gene acquired.... detecting heart rate increase...lowering gene intensity to compatible level....and my mind blanked out, as my head started spinning l realized that my fever was worsening. All this time l was enduring the pain but running for so long must have taken a toll on my body.
After fainting l woke up to a strange room which look, well let's just say different so l rubbed my eyes to check if l was not having those flashes again. When l realized what l was seeing was real, my heart started pounding so hard l could feel it thumbing in my ear. Beside me was the girl sleeping using my chest as a pillow for her head.
I didn't exactly feel nervous about it, strange...l thought. Maybe my fever wasn't letting me experience it, you know those kind of thoughts. My heart seemed calm and strangely enough l didn't seem feverish anymore, as if l had never caught one.