When We Run

Your life can change in a heartbeat.
I walked downstairs and when I came back, everyone was dead and everything was over. But I survived and I ran.


4. 4.

I didn't realise how slow I actually was with broken ribs, but Evan strides well ahead of me. I sigh. I am happy to be with someone, but he is so horrible. I didn't do anything to deserve him being so mean to me. Just as I'm thinking this, he glances back, annoyed.

"Can't you walk any faster?" he spits out.

I'm about to make some really smart remark, but instead, I trip over some rubble while I'm distracted and land straight on my front, hurting my ribs even more and sending pain all through my body. I'm kind of embarrassed, but I can't help but yelp out in pain.

"What's the matter with you?" he sighs. "That can't have hurt."

I try to get up, but I can barely breathe so I sit back down.

He frowns. "Are you hurt?"

I shuffle away as he reaches out to touch my stomach. "We can sort it out when we get to where ever we are going. Which is where?"

He pulls me to my feet and we start walking again.

"I was underground too, you know? We'll go there."


We go to another random bit of rubble and I have know idea how Evan knows that this is the right place to be, but he does.

"I work down there a lot. Music." he explains. "It's quite far down. My dad had it built for me when I was twelve so I could play music and sing without the neighbours complaining. He'd join me most of the time." he gives a weak smile but not to me. I know he's just sort of thinking out loud. "I was too far down for the bombs and I came up and everyone was dead."

I feel like I should comfort him or something, but I don't dare to, so I just wait for his next instruction.

"Okay, they're stairs, you should make it down alright and we'll be safe. Then we'll take a look at your injury."

"I don't think I should." I frown. "Aren't I invading?"

He sighs. "I don't think there is time for thinking like that right now."

We walk down the stairs and I think this is as far down as the hideout in Mrs Jose's classroom. We eventually make it to the bottom and it's a lot nicer than the hideout. It's a lot bigger and lit up by warm coloured lights all around the wall. It has a few different guitars in the corner and a grand piano on one side of the room. Other than that, there's just a big couch that pulls out to be a sofa bed.

"Wow." I whisper. I turn to Evan, but he's just gesturing to the couch.

"Sit down, I need to take a look." he says flatly.

I do and he sits down on the floor in front of me. Suddenly he seems quite awkward.

"Can you, uh," he brushes his hand across his face, awkwardly. "uh, just-"

"Lift my shirt up?" I ask, amused by his embarrassment when it comes to things like that. He's so confident otherwise. "Of course. I know you're not some perv."

I think he stifles a laugh but I can't be sure. I lift my shirt up, just so he can see my stomach, glancing at him. He frowns.

"Uh could you lie down? It might be easier."

"Mhm." I say and lie down.

I have to say, it does feel a lot better on my ribs to be lying down. He sort of hovers his hands awkwardly over my stomach for a minute but then stops being stupid and presses down all over. 

"Tell me when I hit a spot that hurts." he says.

"It hurts everywhere." I tell him.

He frowns but sort of smiles at the same time. "How the hell did you manage to break your ribs?"

I laugh, weakly. "I jumped down a very big hole."

"That was stupid of you." he chuckles.

I frown. "Why are you being nice right now?"

"Probably because I'm in here." he shrugs. "It's home. Uh, you can put your shirt down now. Go to sleep for a while, it'll do you good. We shouldn't be found, but I'll keep watch just in case and we'll take it in turns."

I frown. "Shouldn't you sleep first? You look exhausted."


"Sleep." I insist.

He looks like he's going through a battle with himself. "But you need to lie down and..."

"You don't want to sleep on the same sofa bed as me?" I laugh. "Okay, I get it, but it's a big sofa bed. I'll lie down on this side, you lie on the other side. Sleep and I'll keep watch and wake you up in a while."

He loses whatever argument he's having with himself and sighs, settling down and I lie on my back, just staring at him. It's kind of creepy, I know, but he's sort of beautiful. I hate to admit it, but he is. Shame about his personality. It's weird. He'll be nice me for a few minutes then start being horrible to me again.

I'm not planning on waking him for ages now. I figure he should sleep through the night, but he wakes up in a few hours anyway.

I frown at him. "Go back to sleep, it's fine."

"You know, I think it's safe if we both sleep. I don't even know if there are people out there. I don't know what's going on, so let's just both sleep, alright?"

I agree because there is no way I am arguing that point and I just fall asleep straight away.

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