You don't know what it feels like to be seconds away from death. Literally.
I bit my lip. I was afraid that if I screamed, it would anger whoever was dragging me deeper and deeper into the alley. He might decide to use the gun he was holding over my head.
Things weren't supposed to happen like this. By now I should have been in the safety of my own home, my dad yelling at me for staying out so late, calling Lily to tell her that I was grounded for the rest of the week, watching reruns of Glee.
I shouldn't have insisted on going home alone tonight. And I definitely shouldn't have taken the shortcut.
The man stopped. He looked around like he was confirming the address. The buildings surrounding us were unfamiliar.
He must have planned this out carefully, I thought. He's going to kill me and dump my body somewhere secluded.
That's when I really started to panic. A sudden rush of adrenaline hit me and I kicked the man's leg, hard. Bad mistake.
"You shouldn't have done that, Joanna," he growled, wincing. I didn't have time to wonder how he knew my name.
The man pushed me, my head hitting the brick wall behind me. I was getting dizzier...hearing the sound of someone pulling the trigger on a gun...slowly walking towards me, the point aimed at my chest.
I am going to die at fifteen.
I closed my eyes. I think I heard someone yell and cursing in the background, but I'm not sure because I blacked out.
I woke up in the exact same position I was in before. It took me a minute to register where I was. Then I realized that the mysterious man who had tried to kill me was gone. Instead, another stranger was standing in front of me, staring into my eyes.
My first instinct would have been to run, but something about him told me not to.
"Who are you?" I whispered. Talking hurt my throat, so my voice sounded croaky.
He told me his name was Louis. "Come on!" He suddenly grabbed my hand and started maneuvering the streets, turning left, right, then left again.
I was still confused about what had happened. I decided to ask.
Louis grinned, like he found this downright cheerful. "I saved you!"
He ripped the buttons off his shirt, proudly showing me the red and blue Superman T-shirt he was wearing underneath.
I bet I looked like an idiot then, staring, my jaw dropped. "Huh?"
"I was eating a sherbet when I saw someone aiming a gun at you. So I screamed and threw the sherbet at him," Louis explained. "He ran like a girl."
I couldn't stop feeling appalled by the weirdness of this whole situation. One minute I'm about to die, and the next thing I know I'm saved by a sherbet and a Superman-wannabe. The person who tried to kill me runs like a girl. The person who saved me thinks it's funny when all I feel right now is terrified.
I was still trying to organize what had happened in my head, like I always do, when Louis stopped. I realized that we were on my street.
"You'll be able to go home from here, right?" Louis asked. Then he started walking the other way.
I couldn't let him go, not when I had so many questions.
"Wait!" I called out.
Louis turned around and grinned at me. "You owe me a sherbet," he said. His last words.
And he was gone, just like that. I never even had the chance to thank him.
A few minutes later, I got my first text from you.
THAT WAS YOUR FUTURE BOYFRIEND.
*This story will undergo some major editing very very soon:)