Forgotten

((This story just kind of came to my head. It's a little sad but I feel that it's a good story. Also you're 15 in this…))

~Reader's POV~

I am laying here in this abandoned house that I called home once. The rest of my family is gone, they're all dead. That's what that horrible smell is that is around me. I don't care very much though. I am going to die soon any way. I've been laying her for two days now. The burned and broken walls barely kept the cold winter night air out of this place. The cold air bit my nose, and I sighed huffing out air, and breathed in. I closed my eyes so I could rest, and not bother thinking.

~Alfred's POV~

"So why are we going here again?" I asked watching Matthew's head bob up, and down.

"I told you I found this place one day, and when I was walking, and I dropped something."

"Are you sure Mattie this place is a little creepy." I looked around the trail at the trees. "What did you say was wrong with this house again?"

"W-well when I saw it, it was filled with dead people, and it looked like they had been burned to death. Well, all but one. A-a girl who I believe had starved to death."

"Oh…" I sighed. "So why didn't you return alone." I asked sounding less like a question.

"Well I thought that you would come with me, because I didn't want to return alone."

"Well hurry up, and find this thing, it's freezing."

We walked up to the house that he was talking about. It was nothing like I imagined though. The walls were falling apart, and it was black with a foul smell coming from it. We entered the building, and I looked around the building. The wallpaper was blackened, and pealing. The place smelled like rotting bodies, and wood. Matthew walked around looking around for his lost item. I looked at where the dead people would be.

The first thing that I noticed was the girl he was talking about. I walked over seeing that Matthew seemed occupied. I kneeled down to her body; her (H/l) (H/c) was lying on the rotting carpet. Her back was turned to me so I rolled her onto her back. She didn't seem dead: skinny but not dead. I looked over a Matthew still busy.

"Are sure she's dead?" I asked him, and he turned.

"Why are you messing with that?! It's dead!" He turned back away, and continued his search. I frowned turning back to the girl.

Her chest moved up, and down as if she was breathing: but shallow. "Hey are you still alive?" I asked her quietly. To which I received no response. I placed my head on her chest to listen. Her heart was beating, but it sounded like she only had a day or so. I lifted my head, and looked down at her. "Don't worry I'll get you out of this place. I stood, and looked for a rug to which I place at her side. Rolling her on I rolled her, and the rug, to make it seem like a rolled up rug.

"Found it!" I heard Matthew yell as he ran over to me. I smiled, and picked up the rug. "W-why are you taking that old rug?" He asked me making a face.

"I thought that I should bring back a souvenir from our trip!" I lied, making a fake laugh.

"Well you better clean it."

"I will!" And with that we left that old home back to our houses.

After I dropped off Matthew, I went home, and brought the rug inside. Locking the door I walked over to the dirtied rug, and unrolled it. She seemed still alive, and OK. I scooped her up, and placed her on my couch to let her rest. I went back to the rug, and tried to find a way to clean it.

((Well there you have it, please comment, and be nice. I'll work on the next chapter soon! ^u^))