Preface

There I was falling. I was waiting… Ok. I have NO idea. Nothing's going on in my head.

Oh, mighty Jupiter, Minerva or even Venus, if I'm 'The one', please save me. I swear I'll owe my life to anybody who catches me. Please. Oh, Lord Pluto, if you could cause a dead hand to catch me, please let that possibility take place. Look. I don't mind dieing. If it were painless, I wouldn't care. But if I have to die, at least let me save this world – Thousands of innocent people – from doomsday. PLEASE!

I closed my medium hazel dark brown eyes. If I weren't falling, the sight would've one those, where I would go up to my terrace (if I'm home) or stay on the patchy grass of camp. The starry night was peaceful. The stars kept changing they're colors and the beautiful crescent moon were a perfect contrast to the coal black sky. Crickets kept singing. Somehow, they didn't seem to break the silence. My eyes were shut tight. The air was cold. I was falling too fast. It was out of my control. At this speed, time was at 0, so all my abilities were useless. Gods… Cardanials… Someone…

Then, as I zeroed towards the ground, something hit me at two parts of my back – Most definitely not the ground…

"Amy?"

My instant thought was to think of Shane. He had a beautiful voice. One of those, I'd die to hear - One of those that always rang in my head. The one voice which washed a feeling of protected ness in me. The one…

My curiosity won. I opened my eyes. It was dark there was no street light. The only light allowing me to see was that of the moon.

A dark, tall silhouette had caught me. Even that darkness, similar dark eyes shone with some kind of hidden sadness. It was Shane. No doubt.

"Hi…" I said, stupidly

"What the fuck?"

"Um…"

"Um…?"

"Nothing"

"You know, my grandmother died and I'm at her funeral, then, you bloody, plummet – from what – 100ft and say 'hi…?'"

"Uh…"

"In the name of all firkin' Mike"

"You know, that's my dialogue"

"Oh, I'm sorry Angelina Jolie. Want to take shot 2, scene death and never come back?"

"Uh… is that a tricky question?"

"No."

"Ok…"

"Why aren't you freaking out? Aren't going to ask why I fell?"

"Ok. Why or how did you fall?"

"I have no idea…"

"How expected."

"Seriously!"

"Whatever"

"Ok. Put me down…"

"Fine."

With that, my feet touch the ground.

"Hey, what's that smell?" Shane asked when we'd had enough silent communication. First, I thought he was trying to break the silence. But, if every wish came true, I would actually have a Life.

Shane knew me for 6 years. We were both around 15 now, so I guess we were kind of 'childhood friends' (Well I HATED him at first…) But he didn't know the Earth shattering truth. He didn't know where I'd spend my summers. He would be oblivious to the fact, that every time I got wounded, it wasn't by skateboarding or a fall off a tree. Yet, he caught me and didn't faint or make it harder for me. I love him! Not like I have a crush on him or anything. I meant care for, need, think about etc. NOT a CRUSH. I mean, at school, he's like the most popular person and I'm… I'm a freak. Yet, he's always there for me.