So this is my first story on this account and I'm really excited about it. I hope you guys like it!
Note: I DON"T OWN ANYTHING! NOT AVATAR OR ICON FOR HIRE.
And so...it begins.
I would have never guessed my life would end like this; never in a thousand millennia. But, I guess, it's just how the dice roll or the cookie crumbles; however you'd like to say it. What I mean to say is that, it was out of my control. But, again, I never thought I'd die here in this cold dark place, without any sun to give me warmth. Not that I've had much of that in my life.
But, I think I'm getting ahead of myself here. Let me start from the very beginning; that one fateful night when everything changed.
February 8th, 2014.
You see, I was in the car with my parents; heading home from my aunt's 50th surprise party. Though, it wasn't much of a surprise due to one of her co-workers R.S.V.P-ing to the party through her.
But, here I am again, going off track.
Anyway, we were about ten minutes from my house. My parents we ignoring each other, again, as I sat in the back seat with my bright teal headphones on, listening to 'The Grey' by my favorite band- Icon for Hire. Though my music was up full blast I could hear it, the sound rang through the car; the unmistakable sound of something falling on the roof. Something heavy. My body stiffens and my head snaps to the window, where a dark clad arm could be seen attached to a pale hand. I speak before I think.
"It's a body!" I gasp and jump; my headphones falling, forgotten in the confusion. I look to my parents in the front seat and see they are just as shocked as I am. My father's naturally tan face has drained to a sickly beige tone, along with my mother's. I notice my father moving his foot to slam on the breaks.
"Don't!" I halt him. He looks at me with questioning wide eyes. If he slams on the breaks I know the person will go flying off the car.
"Why not?" My mother exclaims in my father's place. I don't answer and, instead, I roll down my window. A noise that symbolizes a helicopter fills our red dodge Nitro. I grasp the hand, which is unnaturally cold, and elbow of the arm. Using all of my strength, I pull the arm until I see a shoulder followed by another shoulder and another arm. It feels as if I need to do this and I have complete confidence in my capabilities.
But why? What am I doing?
"Katara! What are you doing?" my mother squeaks. I wish I knew! I lean out the window until my hips and down are the only things keeping me in the car. I hook my arms under the person's armpits and heave myself back into the car. The limp body follows me, sliding off of the roof and into the window. As I scooch myself further and further down the seat, away from the window, more and more of the body enters the car. I feel my back hit the other door and I let out a deep breath. With the last of my strength I pull the rest of the body into the car with me. I fold my legs underneath myself and look at the head now perched on my lap. Half of his face shows as the other half is pushed up against my thy; the eye I can see it closed. The scent of something melting floats into my nose and I nearly gag, my head jerks back from the stench. Forcing the bile back down my throat, I maneuver my head next to the person's mouth. I remember seeing this done in a movie during health class. I listen for a breath and look for a hint of their chest rising and falling.
Seconds pass and I feel a faint brush of air against my ear.
"They're alive" I whisper to myself. "They're alive" I say louder
"What?" My father finally speaks up. I look down to the part of the face that's showing. It's distinctly male.
"He's alive" I repeat.
"We need to get to a hospital" my mother orders. The male below me stiffens and groans. I lean closer to him and breathe through my mouth.
"Do you not want to go to a hospital?" I ask him quietly in the hopes that he'll answer back. He shakes his head lightly and hisses in pain.
"No hospital" I say sternly to my parents.
"Katara we-" my father begins
"No hospital" I say, not leaving any room for argument. My father looks into my eyes through the rearview mirror. My eyes are full of determination. He knows there is no arguing with me when I'm like this so, he just nods curtly. I give him a small apologetic smile before I turn back to the boy in my lap as my mother guffaws at my father. I run my finger through the soft ebony hair on his head in a comforting motion. He relaxes a bit and turns his head.
What I see makes me want to vomit again.
His entire left eyes, and the skin surrounding it, is cover in a blistering, bleeding, hot burn. I suck in a shocked breath when his good eye opens, revealing a scared golden iris. I settle myself down and force a calm and encouraging smile onto my face and into my eyes. I continue weaving my fingers through his shaggy hair.
"It's going to be okay" I say softly. I see the light of consciousness fading in and out of his eye.
He's going to pass out soon! What do I do?
"Can you tell me your name?" I ask him gently. The passing street lights cast a fiery glow over his face though; most of his features are still hidden in the shadows.
"Zuko" he says in a raspy voice laced with pain
"It's going to be okay Zuko, I'm going to help you" I assure. His eye closes slowly and he breathe out words that I can barely make out to be-
"Thank you" his body goes limp and I fight myself not to panic. My father rolls up the open window and the chopping sound is replaced by the soothing sound of my music and heavy breathing. It softly echoes throughout the now silent car.
In your deepest pain, in your weakest hour, in you darkest night; you are lovely.
I am standing on the edge of returning or just running away.
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(*) Kestrel