I was walking to the apartment I have been living in for a couple months. I walked down the normal street I usually do to get to the apartment. Then I heard a girl yell for help. I looked to my left and saw a girl, about my age, clutching my stomach against the wall in the alley. I ran up to her. She was beautiful. I saw a tear roll down her cheek. I wiped it away and picked her up princess style.
I carried her out of the alley and turned right, where the apartment was located. I walked to the side of the building. I looked up to the fourth floor which was where an open window was. I smiled. I was here.
I climbed the ladder as best I could, still holding on to the girl. Finally, I got to the fourth landing. I climbed through the window and went straight to the bed, where I laid the girl down.
I looked around for a cloth, where I could get wet and put on the girl’s forehead. I finally found one in the cabinet beneath the sink in the kitchen. I got it wet with cold water and walked back over to the bed and placed it on the girl’s head.
I waited for a minute, and then took the cloth off. I set it on the bed stand and sat on the edge of the bed and watched the girl sleep. She was really pretty.
After a couple hours, I was getting hungry, but I didn’t want to leave the girl’s side just in case she woke up. That night I fall asleep, with my stomach aching of hunger.
The next morning, I checked the girl’s heart; she’s still breathing. I sat on the bed, looking at the ceiling, hoping for the girl to wake up soon.
That moment, her eyes opened. I rushed by her side. She sat up, but I pushed her shoulder down by her shoulder. She looked at me in awe.
“Am… am I dead?” The girl stammered. I laughed a little. “No, almost though,” I say. Then her tone changes and she says angrily, “Why did you help me? Why didn’t you let me die?” I was shocked. “Calm down, your weak right now,” I reply and get up to go to give the girl space. “Get some rest, love,” I say and turn right into the hallway.
“Hey! I asked you a question,” I her the girl yell at me. I turn around and walk into the door way. “Yes, love?” I ask. “Why didn’t you let me die?” She asks. “Because, I would never do that to anyone, especially a girl as pretty as you,” I reply looking into the girls beautiful blue eyes.
She ducked her head cutely and I notice her blush. I smiled in satisfaction. “Well, get some rest,” I say and go back into the hall way. “Hey!” I hear the girl yell again. I turn around and walk into the room. “Yes, love?” I ask. “What’s your name?” the girl asks.
“Harry,” I reply simply. “I’m Lyka,” the girl replies. What a beautiful name. “I like your name,” I say. Wow, that couldn’t have sounded more stupid, I said to myself. “Thanks,” Lyka replies.
Was I falling in love with a girl when I just learned her name? I can’t be. How was I going to live now? I could barely live by myself. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I knew that Lyka needed my help.