Janette (mortal) POV
I witnessed the craziest, saddest, horrific thing once. I was walking in downtown New York. I had just gotten off work and was heading for the bus. (I never really bought a car because I could never find a place to park). I was walking along Wall St., trying to get to the nearest station. The street was crowd with many people walking in a fast pace to get to where ever they were going. I crossed the street with hurry too though, for I was trying to get to the station (and I always had a tiny fear that one day, some lunatic might run the sign and squash me into a Jancake).
I was on my phone, leaving a voicemail to my friend to tell her that I wasn't going to be able to make it to a party that night. Then out of nowhere, I saw a teenager, running though the street. People went out of the way to avoid getting trampled. He had jet-black hair and was wearing an orange t-shirt with jeans. What was that boy doing? He was probably going to be the lunatic driver that would run me over one day. Then, the lunatic teenager had grabbed a pen out of his pocket, uncapped it, and tackled a poor old random homeless person, trying to stab him with his pen, and punching him! OH MY GOD. I was in shock. I dropped my expensive iPhone on the ground. Many people backed away, others were calling the police, some were videotaping (how could some see someone getting stabbed and just record it!), some women were screaming, I was one of those screaming women.
The man crumpled to the ground, he wasn't moving. The attacker had started to run off, many people went to aid the man who was on the ground, but I had taken off my heels and went after the boy who had attacked the victim, sprinting on the dirty concrete that was littered with black gum. I wasn't about to let this boy get away, no matter how gross the floor was. He probably killed that man.
The boy turned around a corner and ran through the sidewalk, pushing people out of the way. I struggled to keep up with him. This boy must've really played some hardcore sports or something! I started to sweat, I was having trouble keeping up with him in my work clothes while holding my heels in my hands. I thought about how he harmed that old man again, then I went into super speed. I used my long legs as an advantage and started to catch up. He was having trouble getting past the crowd of people, but it was easier to get to him because he separated the crowd for me.
He turned into an alley way, by that time, I was right at jumping distance. I pounced onto the boy and we rolled onto the harsh pavement. Locked my arms and legs onto him. I felt sort of weird in this position, I didn't know what to do. I didn't really think I would get that far to tell you the truth. So I did the only thing that seemed to grab attention, "HELP! POLICE!"
The boy tried to become free of my grip. I held on tight.
The boy had said, "NO NO NO NO, lady you don't unders-"
"Um, YES I DO! YOU JUST MURDERED AN OLD HOMELESS MAN!"I yelled.
"Really, is that what you saw?" he said, probably more to himself.
"YES I SAW YOU BEAT HIM WITH A PEN!" I screamed.
"Uh….n-no…..you saw him stabbing me!" he snapped his fingers, expecting something to happen. Ok, that's it, this boy is on drugs. That probably explains it. I don't know what else could be the case for his craziness?
"HHHEEEELLLPPPP!" I screamed at the top of my lungs! How could no one be coming over here! He kicked and squirmed, starting to become loose of my grip.
"Lady, please let me go!" he yelled. He now used all his might. He managed to get an arm free, he jabbed me in my face, and instant pain going into my nose. Instinctively, I had let go and covered my face. I could see the boy running away. I tried to get up, then out of nowhere, I had gotten doused in water.
"The f-", suddenly, I felt a hard object hit my head, my face greeted the pavement, and my vision started fading, starting to become black.
I woke up in a bed. The wall was painted white. There was a curtain next to me on either side. A T.V was playing Oprah. My friend, Patricia, was looking, nodding her head in agreement at the words that Oprah said.
"What happened?" I asked sleepily. I felt a throbbing inside my head.
"Oh, thank God you're okay!" she said, my head throbbed more from her loud voice. She hugged me, I lifted my arm around her back to accept it.
"Yeah, I'm fine, but what happened?" I asked again.
"Oh, you were crumpled up on the pavement in the ally. For some reason you were wet and there was a heavy metal bucket right next to you," she informed me.
"Was that boy arrested?"
"What boy?" she asked.
"The boy that was stabbing a man with a pen," I said.
"What are you talking about?" she said.
"ON WALL STREET SOMEONE TRIED TO STAB A HOMELESS MAN WITH A PEN," I said.
"Um, no, that never really happened. Are you feeling okay?" she asked me all concerned.
I still vividly remembered what happened with that boy. I didn't understand why she didn't know. Was it a dream I had made up in my head? No, it couldn't be. I still believe that that did happen. I always continued to ponder on it when it randomly popped in my mind. I always kept it to myself though, I knew people would think I'm crazy, but maybe I was.
Author:
This was my first story, so please don't be so mean about it if it's bad. I would respect suggestions though if you have any. This is also supposed to be a short story, so I won't write anymore chapters (unless I make this book thingy on mortals with sightings of demigods in action). Thank you for reading!