I Don't Believe in Fairies

By: Kelly

Chapter Three: Untitled

I froze. Every nerve in my body refused to move. I had paused, half-pant less with my head looking straight out the window. This time, I was sure of it. I was sure I saw those two eyes that I had felt on the back of my neck all day. Fear rose up in my body like vomit.

Whoever it is was watching me undress. I shivered at the thought. I almost cried at the thought of being stalked.

I looked again at the window, my fear quickly transforming into wonder. How did this stalker get to my second story window? Breaking out of my trance, I stumbled towards it. I clumsily opened it and looked down.

And that's when I spotted him.

That's when I spotted the beginning of this adventure.

It was a boy.

And he wasn't moving.

I gasped as I hastily pulled my jeans up and quickly did the zipper and what seemed like 100 buttons. After I deemed myself decent, I fled downstairs and out the backdoor, dialing Cecilia's number on the way.

Pick up, pick up! I thought. Millions of thoughts raced through my head. Is he alive? Is he dead? If he's dead, will I get framed for murder? I can't go to jail! I'm too young to be a felon!

As I reached the boys body, Cecilia's voice rang through the receiver.

"Ivy?" She asked.

"Cecil!" I screamed. "There was a boy! At my window! And he fell! I don't want to go to jail! I'm no felon! Do I look like a felon to you? Will you visit me in jail?"

"Whoa! Ivy, calm down. Of course I would visit you in jail, silly. But seriously, what's going on?"

"There was a boy, at my window. Watching me."

Pause.

"And then I saw him. And then he fell."

Silence.

"And I think he's dead!" I lamely tried to avoid the tears, but they poured out anyways. I sobbed into the phone, the reality of what just happened weighing in heavily on my mind.

"Cecil, I don't know what to do! He's here right now! What if he's dead? Please, help me!"

"OK, hang on Ivy. Here's Lysander. He'll fix it." Cecilia said in a worried tone. I sank to my knees beside the boy and wiped my face on my sleeve.

"Ivy? Ivy, are you there? What's going on?" His voice rang through my ears.

"'Sander! Please come over. Now!"

"Why, what's going on! Cecilia won't say anything. Why are you crying?"

"Just please get here! Now!" I hung up the phone. I don't understand why I couldn't explain it to Lysander. Oh, well. He'll see it for himself when he gets here. I set the phone at my side as I examined the boy with shaky hands. On impulse, I checked for a pulse. My breathe slowed as I leaned forward, desperately searching. I gave a sigh of relief as I found one. It was weak, but it was still there.

I'm not going to jail! I thought. I looked at the boys face. Sleeping, he looked angelic and innocent. His dirty blonde locks were littered with leaves and twigs, and what was most peculiar, was that he was not wearing any clothes.

Don't get me wrong, he was not naked. He was covered, but just with something that looked like a leotard made with leaves. The word "sick-o" echoed in my mind.

He was filthy, covered in dirt. His eyebrows drew close together, as if he was having a bad dream. He tried to turn over in his sleep, but winced at the pain. He remained sleeping.

I looked over to his left arm, which was definitely broken. I felt the bile rise up in my throat. I tried not to look at it.

The screech of car tires snapped me out of my trance. I heard two car doors slam and the pounding of footsteps.

"Ivy!" Lysander yelled as he spotted me. "Holy shi-"

"What happened?" Cecilia shouted.

"He was at my window!" I exclaimed. "I was getting dressed and then I saw him! And then he fell and I raced out here and called you two. I don't know what to do guys. Should we call the police?"

"No!" Lysander and Cecilia said in unison.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Do you want to get in trouble?" Cecilia asked.

"No."

"His arm is broken. He could sue you. He's injured, on your property."

"But he was the one spying on me in the first place!"

"I understand," Lysander said as he stood me up and grabbed me into a hug. I hadn't realized that I had been shaking. "But it would be easier to not get wrapped up in police. Justice doesn't always prevail." His face went grim. I remember when he had to spend the night in jail for a prank he pulled in 10th grade. I also remember his face, which was filled with terror behind the bars.

"Alright, no police," I agreed. "But he'll have to be taken to the hospital for his arm. And then I never want to see this scumbag again."

"Alright, let's carry him to the car. I'll drive," Lysander said. We all bent down to pick up a portion of the boy. Lysander had his legs. Cecilia had the left side of his body. I had the right side, while I supported his head.

"Man, he's heavy," Lysander exclaimed.

"He looks about your age, 'Sander," Cecilia said. "And he weighs only a little more than you."

"You saying I'm fat?" Lysander challenged, only half-kidding.

"No, I'm just saying you have no room to talk." Cecilia said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Anyways, how did he get up to your window, Ivy? I didn't see a ladder." I was about to respond when the boy moaned. We stopped. His eyes fluttered open and he gasped.

And then the unthinkable happened.

He flew.