It was a cold rainy day. Most people would be depressed because of it, but
I loved the rain. Maybe all the inhabitants of my new home though, hadn't
lived in the desert for the majority of their lives. I had just recently
left my hot, dry, home, after Pegasus took it over. He needed more land, or
money for his business; something like that. I didn't know anything about
business crap. All I knew was that, thanks to him, everyone I knew back
home was dead. That's why I left home and started anew.
Anyway, I was walking home from work that day, when I found a boy laying in the pathway. He was just lying there! He was bloody, bruised, and soaked. He was helpless. I noticed he was unconscious as well. He looked to be fifteen or so, I knew he was around my age.
His jacket was all muddy. I kneeled down, and felt for his pulse. It was there, faintly pulsing through his body.
I lifted him from the muddy ground, and pulled his dirty jacket off. I shook the mud off of it, and shoved the garment into my bag. I took my own jacket off then, and wrapped him in it. I carried him halfway home before he woke.
" Who are you?" he questioned me.
" Yuniiku, you may call me Yuni though." I told him.
He had the most beautiful eyes, big and brown!
" You look exhausted. Go back to sleep, we're almost home." I said.
He didn't ask questions, he immediately fell back into his slumber.
About an hour later, I finally reached home. I leaned him against myself as I opened the door. I then set him inside, on the bed. I started the fireplace going.
My home wasn't big, or fancy. It was a one-room house, with one other room for the toilet. Instead of a stove, unlike most people, I had a fireplace. It had a rack above for cooking stuff. Then I had a small counter that held my shelves for dishes, canned food, and a plastic wash-bin on the surface for washing dishes. By the window was my mini-fridge. You know one of those little refrigerators that people like to keep in their offices. My bed , bookshelf , and guitar , sat at the other side of the room. The space for the toilet was in a room behind the counter space. The counter had a little handle on side so I could open it. I was thankful that I had a queen-size bed. It would be room enough , to keep the boy until he had healed completely.
I walked over to him and looked over his injuries. On his forehead , lay a huge bloody gash. His arms were bruised badly. I removed his shoes , and looked at his feet. His ankles were swollen badly.
' Does he have a fever?' the thought crossed my mind. I felt his forehead with the back of my hand .
" Hey , whaddaya doin'" I heard. It was the boy again.
" Checking for a fever , hold on."
His forehead was burning up!
" You have a high fever. I'm going to go get some water , to clean up this blood and dirt. I should only be ten minuets. Stay in bed." I told him.
" Hey Yuni?" the boy started.
" Yes?"
" Thanks."
" Your welcome." I stopped when I realized , I didn't know his name.
" Joey." He answered for me.
End of Chapter One.
A/N - So , how didja like it? Good , bad , boring? Need work? R&R please!
Anyway, I was walking home from work that day, when I found a boy laying in the pathway. He was just lying there! He was bloody, bruised, and soaked. He was helpless. I noticed he was unconscious as well. He looked to be fifteen or so, I knew he was around my age.
His jacket was all muddy. I kneeled down, and felt for his pulse. It was there, faintly pulsing through his body.
I lifted him from the muddy ground, and pulled his dirty jacket off. I shook the mud off of it, and shoved the garment into my bag. I took my own jacket off then, and wrapped him in it. I carried him halfway home before he woke.
" Who are you?" he questioned me.
" Yuniiku, you may call me Yuni though." I told him.
He had the most beautiful eyes, big and brown!
" You look exhausted. Go back to sleep, we're almost home." I said.
He didn't ask questions, he immediately fell back into his slumber.
About an hour later, I finally reached home. I leaned him against myself as I opened the door. I then set him inside, on the bed. I started the fireplace going.
My home wasn't big, or fancy. It was a one-room house, with one other room for the toilet. Instead of a stove, unlike most people, I had a fireplace. It had a rack above for cooking stuff. Then I had a small counter that held my shelves for dishes, canned food, and a plastic wash-bin on the surface for washing dishes. By the window was my mini-fridge. You know one of those little refrigerators that people like to keep in their offices. My bed , bookshelf , and guitar , sat at the other side of the room. The space for the toilet was in a room behind the counter space. The counter had a little handle on side so I could open it. I was thankful that I had a queen-size bed. It would be room enough , to keep the boy until he had healed completely.
I walked over to him and looked over his injuries. On his forehead , lay a huge bloody gash. His arms were bruised badly. I removed his shoes , and looked at his feet. His ankles were swollen badly.
' Does he have a fever?' the thought crossed my mind. I felt his forehead with the back of my hand .
" Hey , whaddaya doin'" I heard. It was the boy again.
" Checking for a fever , hold on."
His forehead was burning up!
" You have a high fever. I'm going to go get some water , to clean up this blood and dirt. I should only be ten minuets. Stay in bed." I told him.
" Hey Yuni?" the boy started.
" Yes?"
" Thanks."
" Your welcome." I stopped when I realized , I didn't know his name.
" Joey." He answered for me.
End of Chapter One.
A/N - So , how didja like it? Good , bad , boring? Need work? R&R please!