Page 24 of We Are Yours

Finally feeling what I craved.

What I strived for.

What I always desired, more so now than ever before.

A high to drown out the low.

The thrill of the rush surged through my veins, replacing all unnecessary drama. The life I couldn’t control and the future I didn’t know how to face.

At the last moment, I abruptly jerked the wheel to the side, right as the train was about to hit me head-on. Propelling my bike off the tracks, I hurled my body through the air. I flew through the wind at lightning speed, feeling free from everything that weighed heavily on me.

But it didn’t last. It never did.

The adrenaline junkie in me was never satisfied, and it wasn’t until I roughly landed on the ground and everything went black that I finally stopped seeing the past in plain sight.

However, it was only because I knocked myself out.

I didn’t know how long I was unconscious. If I were being honest, I didn’t know much about anything. The only thing I knew to be true in that second was that I had a raging, splitting headache.

I groaned, weakly thrashing around. “Hmm…” I tried to wake up, failing miserably at it. “Hmm…” I faintly mumbled, slowly shaking my head and willing my eyes to open.

“Shh…” That was the only sound I heard, coming from above me, which was followed by what felt like a wet washcloth on my forehead.

“Hmm…” I softly muttered again.

Immediately hearing, “Shh…”

It was only then that I realized my head was in a lap while a familiar scent suddenly attacked my senses. I lay there frozen. Sluggishly, I shook my head a few more times, and my eyelids slowly started to flutter open.

Only to be met with a pair of translucent green eyes, staring right back into mine.

A black ring of eyeliner emphasized her cat-shaped eyes as her long red hair framed her oval-shaped face. It draped across my chest. It was the first time I truly looked at her, and it wasn’t driven out of anger.

Did she always have freckles?

She swallowed hard, taking me in too. There was a hint of recognition, like I was sharing more than I meant to, and all we were doing was looking at each other. It was this trap, one woven by only her, and I was helplessly captive in it. I was suddenly her victim. Except I guess I was also her patient.

Questions propelled through my mind, one right after the other.

Why is she tending to me?

How did she even know I was out here?

How did she find me?

I hardly had time to contemplate one thought before another arose. She didn’t move. I think she was barely breathing. It was this awkward yet unshakable tether binding us together. A strong current I couldn’t see, only feel as it yanked me under its riptide. I tried not to drown, but it was as if she were a siren, both a promise and a curse.

Was she meant to come into my life?

Was I meant to come into hers?

Were we destined to meet?

For what, I couldn’t fathom or understand it.

Why is she helping me?

It didn’t matter. Nothing ever did when silence spoke louder than words.