I'm baaaack.

WEDNSDAY NIGHT

The boy

It was a typical Wednesday night. Zelda was hunched over her desk in an effort to study, her chemistry notes scrambled out before her. Zelda sighed loudly and leaned back in her chair. She was in her dorm room of the most advanced school she could get into, and yet, with all the classes, the studying, and experimenting, she was bored. It had somehow fallen back into routine. Zelda was wearing her favorite jeans and shirt with a peace sign on it, which was supposed to be lucky but it wasn't working today.

It was defiantly not working today.

She stood up and opened the curtains, letting some of the moonlight in. She was on the ground level, and she had a door leading to the outside. The door was a sliding door made of glass. Most of the time she wanted to leave through it, but then she wouldn't be in the most advanced school anymore. She turned around and began to walk back toward her studying, when…

Thump.

A soft sort of tap came from the glass door. Zelda turned around again, her heart leaping at the chance to get some excitement. And there, on the glass door, was a boy.

He was pressing on the door with both his hands. He was very white in the face. He wore an old T-shirt and some jeans. When he looked up and saw Zelda there, he did not speak. He didn't even flinch at the sight of her. Zelda looked directly into his eyes, and began to walk slowly toward him. He was taller than her, but was bending down so it was hard to tell. He must have been tired.

She was right next to the glass. Now that she was close enough, she could see that he had been running for a long period of time. His eyes followed her. They were pale blue, but there was something more to them than just that. His eyes were begging for her to let him in. they were speaking to her without actually talking.

Help me!

Zelda didn't need to be asked twice. She could tell that this wasn't a trick and that he was not going to hurt her. She reached for the lock and swung the door open. Cold air burst into the room.

The boy collapsed into her room and lay motionless, and only now that Zelda looked close enough she saw tiny cuts on his skin. The cuts looked as if somebody had made them with needles or small knives. Not long scrapes, but looked as if they were pressed deep into his flesh. Curious, she shut the door behind him. She closed the curtains for complete privacy. She picked the boy up around the waist and heaved him onto the bed, and he was lighter than she expected. Zelda began to examine him. She lifted up the mop of brownish-blond hair that covered his fore head. Peering closely, she saw more tiny cuts made just below where his forehead meets his hair. She dropped his bangs, and, feeling a little sickened, decided to keep him in her dorm for his safety.

It was a much better decision than putting him back where he came from, because he was obviously not treated well there. She took a cushion off the couch and placed it next to her bed, making a nice little mattress for the boy. She tried not to think about what the boy had been through, or if he hadn't had pain medication or…

Zelda shuddered. It was an unpleasant topic. She sort of rolled the boy off her bed and onto the couch cushion, and then tried to arrange his limbs in a comfortable position. After doing so, she had nothing else to do but be consumed by her thoughts. She felt very little fear, just disgust and curiosity. She also felt sorry for the boy, but even angrier at how he had been treated. This was curious, because she didn't know him in the slightest. She sat down on her bed, trying to find one word for how she felt, and eventually her thoughts drifted back to her chemistry notes. She fell asleep.

Right on time for Halloween! Well, not really, but this is going to be a creepy story.

In all honesty, my sister helped me with this. She desperately wanted to type something up, (And since I seem to have writers block...) She's writing and I'm editing.

Well, was it good?