Alright so here's my update, which is almost 90 days over due. Hope you guys like it! So sorry it's taken this long to post a chapter.


Thump, thump, thump, thump goes the fan.

Tick…tock…tick…tock goes the clock.

All I can do is stare at the ceiling, watching my fan make revolution after revolution. Good thing my parents aren't home. If they heard it, I'm not sure what would happen. They'd probably start fighting, screaming at each other about wasting the few dollars they have. Of course, I couldn't have been the one that turned it on. That would be "impossible".

I sigh loudly. Not that anyone can hear me. They won't be home for hours. My eyes flick right, over to my desk. Nothing has been moved in years. Everything is still in neat little piles, coated with color coded tabs. If I were to walk over to it, I would be able to see my partially-completed application to Brown. The layer of dust over everything is enough to give someone an asthma attack.

To the left of my bed is my nightstand. On it is a picture of me and my best friend, Alyssa. It was taken while we were on a school field trip to a pumpkin patch. She's gone off to college. We were supposed to go together, but then something unfortunate came up. We look so happy with our teeny tiny backpacks amidst pumpkins bigger than ourselves. Like my desk, everything on the nightstand, the picture, my lamp, the clock, my glasses, have all become home to a colony of dust mites.

Light streams in through the windows. Why didn't I shut them sooner? I close my eyes and try to forget where I'm at. Another sigh leaves my lungs. I roll over. I am met with the poster of a band that was popular two years ago.

I should get up. Move off my bed. Well, where would I go? Everyone I knew is gone. College…work…family, you name it.

Maybe I'll go for a walk today. It's funny how I wonder if I will. I've done it every day, at the same hour, for the same length of time; seemingly forever. I glance over at my clock. Part of me is surprised they've kept it running. It's not like they ever want to come in here, anyway. It reads 2:30. Time to get up, look out the window, and pretend like I haven't memorized all the contours of my backyard.

A groan exits my throat loudly and with much boredom. Ugh. My feet shlump over the carpet. Left, right, left, right. Each step elicits, yep you guessed it, clouds of dust. When I arrive at the window, my eyes lock onto the windowsill. Not sure why, but maybe because I haven't memorized it yet. Can't believe this is what I've been reduced to.

There's the tree, that used to house my swing, which I used to swing on. To the left of that is the pool, which hasn't held water for ages. I can see grass and the dandelions I cried and sobbed over to save. Nothing's different, of course not. That's too much to ask for, apparently.

I'm about to turn away, when something actually catches my eye. Someone's walking toward my house. Staggering, I guess is more appropriate. He's crests the hill I used to slide down when it snowed and he collapses. I stare…and stare. Maybe this guy's on drugs or drunk or a very good actor who happens to be a rapist. He can't hurt me though. No harm in seeing if he's alright. Right? Right.

The clock reads 2:40 in bright green letters. Ten minutes. I've been looking out the window for ten minutes? Talk about weird. Before I get distracted again I run down the steps, through the house and out the back door. Do not analyze. Just be. Before I know it I'm running. Not sure why, but I am.

When I get there I can't believe I'm looking at an Albino. I stare at him again. What the hell?

"Hello?" To my surprise, he stirs. Breathing becomes difficult for me. He groans and looks at me. He looks at me. My pale eyes meet blue ones. Not an Albino. My heart speeds up at an alarming rate. I can feel tears preparing to leak out of my eyes.

"Hot. Need Cold." The words wheeze out, followed by a rattling cough. I can't help but stare, again. I do that quite a lot, as millions of thoughts whirl around inside my head. He looks at me again. "Need help." I shake my head once in a violent motion to clear out my emotions. On instinct, before I can think about it, I answer.

"Ok." His eyes roll back and his body goes still again. "No. No, no, no…." My heart beats faster for a completely different reason now. I touch his forehead and I'm shocked to feel how hot he is. It's not that hot out here, is it? I grab one of his arms and loop it across shoulders, while snaking one of mine around his waist. He weighs more than I thought, and I'm already starting to question what I'm doing. I start toward the house stumbling, practically dragging this, this guy. This could take a while. I glance at his face. Yep, gonna take awhile.


Ok for those of you, who didn't catch it, this was from the point of view of my OC. I really am terribly sorry it's taken me so long to update. Sigh. I just couldn't put a coherent thought process together regarding what I wanted to happen. Well here is my best attempt, hopefully it makes sense. I have realized that I am unable to write long chapters. So, yeah. Thank you for reading and please, please, please review! Thank you!

~Kataryanna

August 6th, 2014