You let out a sigh as you sit down at a table in your school cafeteria. Alone. As always. Its not like everyone hated you, but you've never really had any close friends before. You didn't really mind though, you liked not being surrounded by people. No one else really had the same interests as you, so maintaining a conversation was difficult. You were on fairly good terms with most people though, everyone usually just left you alone. Just like your mum.
Your mum. Ugh. You didn't like thinking about her. Always going off on her 'around the world trips,' she was barely ever in the same goddamn country! She sent you enough money weekly for food and other essential things, and you'd pretty much gotten used to not relying on anyone to take care of you. Your dad passed away when you were too young to remember, so you'd pretty much been living by yourself for the last few years.
You finish your lunch, and a few minutes later the bell rings. You go through the last few periods without really paying attention, before school ends and you pack up your things and leave for home. You don't live very far from the school, so you walk home.
On the way home, you hear some strange noises coming from a side street. You decide to go check them out. Suddenly, you spot someone passed out! you run over to them and- is that blood?!
"Oh my goodness, are you okay?!" you call out, running over to the strange person. Theres no response.
As you get out your phone to call an ambulance you notice something strange. Is his skin... grey?! How is that possible?! You rub his face to check if its body paint, but nothing comes off. As you lean in to take a closer look you notice something strange on his head. Horns?! Are those really horns?! How could any of this be possible?! Was he some sort of alien?! But aliens don't exist! or do they? Was he some kind of lab experiment?! How would that be possible either?!
At this point you had far too many questions flying around your head to count, but you were sure of one thing. There was no way you could call an ambulance for him. If other people found out about him, he would probably end up being experimented on or something like that!
You hold your hand above his mouth and nose, and check his pulse, thank god, he's heartbeat and breathing are okay. You give attempt to give the boy some emergency first aid, but there wasn't really much you could do. You look at his shirt. Is that the cancer zodiac sign? Weird... Luckily, your house was only a few blocks away. You pick him up, surprised at how light he was! You carry him home, using the streets where the least amount of people possible use.
Once you reach your house, you carefully place him on the couch, and dump your bag in the corner of the lounge room. You go to find a first aid kit.
You're sitting at the table, watching random videos on your laptop. You look up to look at the boy, covered in bandages and band-aids. You tried to fix him up best you could, but you weren't sure you did a very good job. He had been very badly injured, with cuts all over his body, and undoubtedly a few broken bones. You wonder what had happened to him.
You had prepared a sandwich for him, which was on a plate near you on the table. You look back at your computer screen, and decide to begin studying for an upcoming test, suddenly you hear a groaning noise.
The boy slowly opened his eyes, looked towards you, looked back towards the ceiling and began to open his mouth.
"What. The. FUCK?!"