Chapter 1 Life Comes to you and Life Leaves You
I ran. My cornflower hair whishing in the breeze. I ran from something but I didn't know what. Today I was seventeen, today marked seventeen. It didn't feel like an average October 7th. It'd been over five years since I'd run these neighborhood streets with my childhood friend Gerald. I had moved with my grandparents to Isle Island New York where we lived quite comfortably until their passing. My grandmother went first. My grandpa due to lonesomeness passed shortly after. Though my old yet newly found roommate Oscar swore it was because Grandpa couldn't find where Grandma had hidden his pills.
Mr. Hyunh had traveled to the funeral and after insisted I move back to the boarding house with him. So with no family to turn to I returned to my old bedroom and old Boarding house family. Today was a mockery of a birthday. My first day back in Hillwood so far was lonesome and aggravating. I had nothing to go by but the hollow echo of a childhood memory. It was this same memory I used to guide me as I ran all over town, with no starting point or finishing point.
What was a birthday anyway? A birthday was nothing more then a marking point, something for mankind to document. A birthday was nothing more but a rotten recognition that you were one year closer to dying. I was seventeen but without a family to celebrate it with I felt like I was a hundred and seventeen years old today. My ivory hands clutched my blue New York Yankees hat as I raced across town. I clung tightly to my hat it felt like the only object gravitating me to reality. I'd passed many shops that still remained in this sleepy town that had once held so much promise of happiness to me. I figured I'd run as fast as my large Blue converse could carry me. The question was where or to whom they would carry me towards. My answer came sooner then later.
As I raced around the corner I felt a forceful impact. I collapsed hard my head hitting the dirty pavement. I was dazed; I could feel myself close to fainting. First, fear sprang into my spirit, how badly had my lack of attention hurt whoever I'd just rammed into? Second, embarrassment as I heard a raspy Tara Reed voice groan. I wanted to lift all 6'0 of my brawny body up. I wanted to pick the girl with the pretty raspy voice up. I wanted to be a man to protect her, even though I'd been the one to initially put the girl in danger. I wanted to do many masculine things, but I couldn't my vision was blurry as I realized my head was bleeding.
I'd learned through my parents, grandparents, and life in general, life comes to you when you are born; and life will leave you just as quickly. I'd learned when your number is up it's up no questions asked. My head began to throb as I continued bleeding. Was this my number? Was my number 17? "Hey Arnold!" The raspy yet feminine voice shouted with mixed anger and surprise. A smile curved across my face from ear to ear. If it was my time at least I went out with one hell of a babe for an Angel. I couldn't recognize her but she was perfect. Her wavy blonde long locks caressed my flaming blushed cheeks. Her Sapphire eyes deep as the blue seas switched from anger to alarm as she too noticed I was bleeding heavy. Her plump pink lips curling into an oh of alarm.
Now normally though I was quite the lady's man, I was such do to being an impeccable gentleman. This girl though, I couldn't help myself. The way her pink dress clung to her hourglass body, and how her dress, though unrevealing clung to her full D cup chest did not leave my seventeen year old hormonal mind much to the imagination.
Her cream skin turned a deep scarlet as she took notice to my wandering eyes. "My eyes are up here football head!" She scowled. "I'm going to get you to a hospital and after that if you look at my boobs again you'll meet old Betsy and the Avengers you hear!" I chuckled the girl's raspy little voice was just too adorable when she tried to make it sound aggressive. Something about her snide comments were so familiar to me but you can't really focus on much when you feel like you're on the verge of a coma. I pulled her on top of me. I clutched her arms bringing those blue eyes as close to my own light blue shade as I could. If I was going to die right now there was something I needed to tell someone, anyone, and so why not this radiant creator?
"Under the floor boards of my house I have a stash of collected coins. I was going to save them for my kids. Since I'm dying or whatever though, go to my friend Gerald Johanssen, tell him to take you to my boarding house and split the coins. It's worth a fortune. Tell Albert: "That'll do pig; that'll do." I laughed at my own movie related humor the girl did too. My pet pig Albert was all I had left of my family. Her laugh was a serenade. "Arnold. You'll be alright, thanks for telling me about your stash though, after all this help I'll be giving it'll make it easier for you to pay your fee to me." I patted her hair and winced as I watched the platinum blonde shade become tainted with crimson from my head wound, I'd forgotten I'd been touching my head.
"Close your eyes now, my friend Phoebe's called an ambulance." The girl assured me as she put my head on her lap letting my wound stain her perfect pink dress. "Thanks stranger." I sighed in relief as I began to rest my eyes. "I don't know about stranger; but I haven't been in a stranger situation before." The girl teased. Her joke and sirens were the last thing I heard before the world began to tilt and fade into black.
Chapter 1 Life Comes to you and Life Leaves You
Writer's Note. I will continue once I get a few reviews this is my first cartoon based fanfic so why not with character's from my favorite cartoon.