Chapter1: Meeting you

I was late. Damn traffic never fails.

I never get stuck in traffic if it was the weekend, but on days when I actually need to get to school on time, the damn traffic would back the roads up for hours.

I was finally clear of the never-ending road jam when, I hit a red light.

Damn damn damn.

"Come on stupid light change.Change.CHANGE!!!"

I yelled at the traffic light that was glaring at me with all its neon redness as if telling me that I was doomed to sit in my car all day.

Finally the light turned from red to green.

I pressed the gas as hard as I could, only to step on the brake just as hard not but five feet up the road.

A boy had ran across the street right, obviously in a hurry he hadn't noticed the light change from red to green-or my car rushing towards him.

My car skidded and the boy hard on to my car hood with a sickening thud.

"Oh My Fuckin' God...I just hit a little kid"

Quickly a hopped out of my car and ran to see wheatear I killed him or not.

Holy shit...

. Oh shit Shit shit shit!

The immobile boy had small trail of blood trickling down the side of his head. His face was pale –almost sickly-and hungry looking. Like he'd skipped a few too many meals. He wore a large blue hoodie, which was worn and oversized, making his frame look even smaller. A denim backpack was lying at his side.

'God please don't let him be dead.' I muttered to myself as I bent down to shake the kid.

His lips part as a small gagging sound escaped him.

"H-hey Kid. You okay?"

"Ugh..." Long amber lashes dusted his pale cheeks, as his eyes opened. I let out a sigh. At least I hadn't killed him.

"Hey you okay?" I asked as he sat up rubbing his shoulder.

"Y-yeah, mmm fine. W-what happened?" He slurred as he turned his face toward me.

"You ran in front of my car and...Well I hit you." Hey it was the easiest way to put it. It not like I could make anything up.

"Oh ...I'm sorry." He was sorry? I hit him and he was sorry? Did the hit on the head mess with his mind? Or was he normally like this?

I stared at him blankly as he pulled the worn denim backpack into his lap.

"Ah...Its okay. I mean I hit you. I should be apologizing." He looked up at me.

I had never seen eyes like his. They were deep honey gold that sparkled with something beyond his years.

But something behind his eyes was shining with a deep sorrow and wariness. I just couldn't stop staring in to those eyes. Suddenly his eyes closed trapping the golden jewels away and he groaned in pain.

"Hey...you sure you're okay?" He was scarring me. Normally I didn't give a shit about other people. I wasn't a big people person. But there was something different about this kid. (Other than the fact I almost ran him over with my car) There was just something about him. Maybe it was the fact that he was so young. I mean this kid was what? 13? 14 years old? Maybe younger? Or it could be guilt for running' him over.

"Yeah I'm fine..." He said panting. I could tell he was lying. He face had gone paler and was dripping with sweat and blood from the gash on his forehead.

Suddenly I heard honks and angry yells coming from behind me.

We'd created a traffic jam.

Wonderful. Just beautiful.

I stood up and brushed myself off as I looked down at the kid.

I held my hand out for him.

"I don't think you're as fine as you say. But I don't think the middle of the road is the best place for a checkup. So unless we want to go n' make the whole Of New York City pissed, we should get out of the road."

He nodded dimly. And slowly grabbed my hand to pull himself off the ground. His hand smaller than mine, but not but much. I could feel the gravel embedded in his palm, and the violent shaking that generated from his thin body.

"Get in." I grunted motioning to the passenger seat. He looked from me to the car and than back to me. His grip tightening on that denim backpack like it was a lifeline.

"Don't worry. I'm not gonna try an' kidnap ya or anything. Honest. I just got to move the car .I don't feel right leaving' a kid I just hit in the middle of New York while he's still injured."

He seemed to relax a little and even gave me a little smile as he wobbled inside.