Like any other normal day, I'll get up, get dressed, eat breakfast, and go brush my teeth. It's just mum and I, since dad left long before I was born. I still keep a picture of him and mum by my nightstand.
And like any other normal day, I swing on my backpack, and walk my way to school. The day passes, class by class, lunch by recess, until it was time to go.
As I walked down the footpath, passed the houses on the street, I looked to my right to see someone's body lying in the middle of the road.
I brushed it off and continued on home. What if this is a prank, or worse? I do not want to take part in something dangerous, but what if that person's really hurt, I got to go back to check, right?
The urge forced me to turn back. Making sure no cars were around, I stepped over to the body, "Hey, are you alright?" No response. Gently pushing my foot on their leg, I asked again, "Hello?"
I didn't want to get any closer to the body, but I had to be sure if the boy's ok. I kneeled down to check for a pulse on the wrist.
The boy suddenly awoken and yanked my wrist, biting vigorously into my arm. I screamed, pulling back from his grip and bolted down the street.
I cried. The feeling so painful rushed burning through bite. I sat behind an empty shop, unzipping my bag to find my old bandana a friend bought for me a year ago. I wrapped it around my arm tightly with a knot.
Looking around the corner to see if the boy ran after me, I saw nothing but the hill of the road. I'm not even close to home yet. What if I start running now and he sees me?
I zipped up my bag, and took a breath. The burning I could feel eating into my arm right now is pulsing. I ran like the wind.
The doctor cleaned up my wound with a wipe, only to see human teeth marks, deeply punctured into my skin.
Two policemen stood by, questioning about the incident, while a needle pricked into my arm, "There was a boy, lying in the middle of the road. He had short scruffy black hair, dressed in a black hoodie, with matching pants, and what looked like a pair of Nike shoes."
The doctor wrapped a bandage around my arm, the policemen asked, "What about his face, did you take a good look at him?"
After the doctor clipped the bandage in place, I replied, "He... his skin was I think like a pale grey colour, and... he looked about sixteen, seventeen."
I moved my hand over feeling the wrap on my arm, trying to remember anything else, "His eyes... they were... sheer white. I don't know, they could have been eye contacts. When he bit into my arm, he could've taken the whole flesh out, but he didn't."
The policeman to the left wrote down notes, "So this is some kind of cannibal?" I shrugged, "Could be."
Mum spoke, "Well, the good thing is, you're alright, and I really sure hope you men catch this lunatic. Who knows who else this boy bit down the street. He could have a disease for all we know."
The policeman on the right raised his hand, "We'll find him, don't you worry ma'am." They turned to leave, just as a flash came to mind of another detail, "Wait!" They paused, looking my way, "He uh, had a scar, down across his left eyebrow. Just so you know." They kept that in mind.
Though the wound has been disinfected, it still feels like my skin is on fire, but a lot less worse than it was.
The next day, I walked by the tree across where I first spotted the boy on the road. He's not here now, but I can't stop looking back.
I can't even go anywhere on my own in case this crazy kid runs about the street after me. Alice sent me a text, asking if I am still attending her birthday party tonight. Of course I'm still going. I replied if she'll be picking me up, a minute later, she replies, yes.
Going through all the clothes I have in my drawers, I dug into the back for old shirts no one has seen in months.
After saying goodbye, and I love you, to mum, I went out the door with a handbag hanging from my shoulder, packed with my phone and wallet for emergencies.