In my life [December 14th, 2014]

A.N: Felt like writing, so I'm going to. Have fun reading this- yaaaay.

It was dark outside. My sister and I were walking home from a party. It was well past midnight, but we didn't care. At least we had fun.

"So," Melissa starts, nudging my shoulder. "Was Mitch great or what?"

"Or what," I reply, chuckling. "Just kidding; he was nice."

She laughs. "This is/the/greatest night of my life."

"Know what would make it even more great?" I ask.

"What?"

"Pizzaaa!" I answer with jazz hands.

"Erin, you didn't!" she gasps with a smile.

"I did," I giggle. "Snappy Tomatooo!" I shout in the night.

She giggles with me. "Shut up!"

"Or maybe," I continue. "We could get some from FREDDY FAZBEAR'S," I say in my deepest, ominous voice.

"Don't talk about that when we're walking in the dark!" Melissa scolds.

"Ok, ok," I chuckle. We continue walking on the sidewalk, still a few blocks away from our apartment. As we continue to walk on though, I hear a noise coming from my right.

"Melissa," I whisper. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" she asks, looking around warily.

I stop and turn around, looking back to see if we were being followed.

"There was a voice..." I trail off, suddenly paranoid. I hoped we weren't being stalked.

"You're imagining things," Melissa reassured. "Just ignore it."

"Ok..." I mutter, resuming my walking.

Of course, I hear it again. This time I can make out more of what it could be. It's a moan. No doubt.

"There it is again!" I whisper fearfully.

"Erin, please," she scoffs.

I whimper once and shut up from that point on. When I hear it a third time, I can make out the tone. It's a boy's voice. Before I can complain this time, Melissa beats me to it.

"What was that?" she asks aloud, stopping in her tracks.

"I told you I heard something!" I whisper.

"Where's it coming from?"

I listen carefully. On my right is a dark alley, and the sounds are quiet, but it's definitely coming from down there. "That alley," I gulp in reply.

"Let's... just ignore it," she suggests nervously.

"O-ok," I manage to mutter, walking slowly past the alley. Before we completely pass it up, I glance back down it, thinking to myself. Should I see who's over there? What will happen if I do? I stop for a moment.

"Erin!" Melissa scolds as I run toward the alley. "Erin, wait!"

I ignore her the best I can and I run down the alley, looking for the source of the sounds. It doesn't take me long to find it at the very end of the alley. All I can do is stare and cover my mouth in surprise.

"Erin," I hear Melissa's voice say breathlessly. "What were you-" She stops as she joins my side. We're both speechless at the boy lying on the ground. He's clearly unconscious. He looks like he's been in a serious fight. His clothes are soaked with blood. Even his blonde hair had blood smeared through it. His breaths came out hard, as if he were struggling for oxygen. I felt myself kneel down in front of him, and my eyes filled with tears.

"It's... It's Link..." I whisper softly.

Melissa looks down at me. "Erin, how do you know it's him?" she asks, still shocked.

"Who else dresses like this? He even has a sword and shield. I doubt he's a random cosplayer hanging out in the middle of an alley halfway-dead!"

"Then what're we gonna do? Call 911?"

"I-I dunno!" I sniff, still fighting back my tears. "Call/someone/-anyone!"

"You're the one with the phone!"

"O-oh, yeah." As fast as I can, I dial the numbers 9-1-1. I never thought I would have to dial 911 before, but hey, there's a first time for everything.

After the phone call and hardly being able to tell the lady on the phone what happened, we're waiting outside the emergency room. I can't even bear to fiddle with my phone while I wait. I'm too worried.

"D'you think he'll be ok?" I ask.

"I hope so," Melissa replies worriedly.

I let out a shaky sigh. "Me too."

After what seemed like an hour of waiting, a doctor comes out of the room. "You girls should probably head home," she tells us in a monotone voice. Before I can protest, she smiles. "I'll let you know how he's doing in the morning."

I nod solemnly. "Ok," I mumble, getting up from the bench and following my sister out the door.

The next morning, I wake up around 6 A.M. and call the hospital. I told myself I had nothing to worry about, but I was worried anyway.

"He's doing fine," the woman tells me, and I sigh with relief. After I hang up, something occurs to me: who's gonna take him home once he's recovered? Actually, that wasn't nearly as big of a question as to how he got in that alley in the first place... And was he really the same Link from the video games I play? Trying to tell my mind to shut up, I go over to the phone to order breakfast.

"Good mornin'," Melissa mutters sleepily over my shoulder while I talk on the phone.

I hang up hurriedly. "Good mornin' yourself," I answer.

"So is he ok?"

"Yeah, they said he's fine."

"See, I told you."

"Yeah, yeah."

She sits on the end of her bed. "So, what's for breakfast?"

"Do you think I should get Link some breakfast?" I ask.

"He's got hospital food," she answers carelessly.

"Hospital food sucks."

"How do you know?"

"I don't. You do."

"Alright fine," she sighs in resignation. "We'll go bring him food."

I giggle. "Yay!"

"Just don't let him eat it all. I'm starving," she warns.

When we got to the hospital, it took a lot of convincing to get the doctors to let us visit Link. But still, they let us in, and we were surprised to see him awake.

"Who're you?" he asks, glaring at us.

I smile widely, enjoying his cute voice. I think just about everything is cute, so don't judge me. "My name is Erin and this is-"

"Melissa," she says for me. "We found you in an alley last night."

He keeps his eyes fixed on us threateningly. "Why are you here?"

"We brought you some food!" I answer cheerfully. "Do you like pancakes?" I set the container of pancakes from McDonalds on his lap and wait hopefully. To my disappointment, he pushes it away.

"I'm not hungry," he says curtly.

"Uh, ok," I mumble, taking the box back. "Sorry."

"So do you mind telling us how you got beat up so bad?" Melissa asks.

His eyes narrow. "I'm not telling/you./I don't trust you."

"We saved your life!" Melissa protests.

"So?"

"The least you can do is tell us how you ended up so beaten!"

"Why would you be so interested?"

"Because I wanna know and you're obviously hiding something!"

"I'm not hiding anything!"

"Don't lie, Link, I know you are!"

He blinked and his eyes widened with shock. "How'd you know my name?"

Melissa had frozen as well. She didn't dare to say another word. Luckily, the nurse came in and shooed us out, but as she did, Link's gaze was fixed on us the entire time.

"... So which Link do you think he is?" I ask suddenly.

"That's seriously what you're wondering right now?!"

"What? I'm curious! Do you think he's from Four Swords?"

"Oh, gosh..."

"Or maybe Wind Waker!"

"Erin, please..."

"Minish Cap?"

"Stop..."

I bugged her about it the rest of the way to our apartment, but I never got her opinion.

A.N: Meh, it's kinda short, but oh well. Hope you liked.