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My screen lit up notifying me that I had gotten a text message. Damien's name appeared on the screen. I was only a couple of minutes away from the apartment.
"Have fun tonight." was the message below his name.
I literally had to let out a few chuckles; this guy was something else. It used to really burn me up inside when he said things like this, suggesting that I was more promiscuous than I made myself out to be. I gave myself a mental pat on the back for sincerely not giving a fuck. Was I gonna have his idea of fun tonight? No. However I was planning on having my own kind of fun that included treasuring the peace and quiet of finally being alone. Throughout our half a decade relationship Damien had always insinuated that I was cheating on him for the most microscopic reasons; his jealously has taken massive tolls on my life in multiple areas. Around the second year of our courtship Damien suddenly decided he needed to be with me as much as humanly possible. I spent less time at home, I spent less time at school, I spent less time with my friends, Damien found any way he could to spend more time with me. Granted at that time I loved spending every second with him, despite my hurting mother who had missed the free time we spent together. I was so blinded by love I turned my back on my mother, my studies and my friends. I have no friends at this point. Damien had always been my absolute best friend but things were too different now, I hated him. He's held me back from so many things, he is the reason my introvertedness has skyrocketed along with my social anxiety. I look back on all those years I purposely avoided any male contact whatsoever when I was with Damien and all I can see myself as was a fucking slave. Soon to avoid attention from any male I simplified the make up I would wear, my wardrobe was only composed of jeans, tights, and t-shirts two sizes too big for me. This was my wardrobe to this date, but only because I have become so accustomed to it. God forbid I ever added a hint of color on my eyelids or showed any skin below my collar bones or above lower thigh. If I did it could only mean that I was looking to impress another male or was seeking out another mate; I did whatever I could to repel the opposite sex and it has become habit forming.
Fuck, how was I ever supposed to survive the single life in this state?! Damien and I needed to discuss a plan about moving out or something because I was in desperate need of help and soon. Again, he was so unreasonable I'm wasn't sure how to go about the conversation, it would not be an easy one that is for certain.
I pulled up to door of my apartment that directly faced the parking lot when I realized I was the only car in the lot. This was typical on Saturday's, I couldn't remember the last time I had made plans for a Saturday night. Wow I had truly been a prisoner all of these years. Despite the years Damien had taken from me I was still only about to be 21, I had all of my 20's to look forward to, there was so much time to turn my life around and finally be happy.
I turned the lock of the door and entered to be greeted happily by my miniature toy poodle, Rusty, and my two kittens Trinity and Tobi. The lease of the apartment only allowed one small dog but I had taken it upon myself to adopt two kittens anyway. In the fucked up world I was living in these small, lovable creatures never failed to make me feel warm again, they were truly the animal comfort I needed on a day-to-day basis.
I proceeded to close the door behind me when I was suddenly pushed back as if a huge gust of wind had been blown directly at my door; the floor beneath me trembled. The push was accompanied by a cringing thud. Did something fall from the sky? Shaken, I pulled the door back slightly and peered through the gap. A cloud of smoke and dust surrounded the at least 10 foot wide indent in the gravel, I couldn't make out the object that rested within the crater. I quickly scanned the area before stepping outside and slowing approaching the scene. Had no one else even heard the commotion that just occurred right outside my door? Were they scared? Should I have been scared? Was it even safe to approach the unknown object that seemed to fallen from the sky?
I waited for the smoke to clear still looking around to see if anyone would come out and provide some insight to what had just happened. Should I call 911? Maybe someone had already called. Oh that's right… I couldn't even call the cops if my life depended on it because the microphone of my phone was broken and whoever was on the other line wouldn't be able to hear me.
I was now standing at the edge of the crater and the dust was beginning to clear. I caught a glimpse of something that was bright orange…was that material? I looked around where I had been standing until I noticed there were several scattered pieces of some orange material. The smoke cloud began rising when the sight of a battered hand caught my eye. I immediately turned on my heels and grasped my gapping mouth. Oh. My. GOD. There was a person inside this crater, a fucking person just fell from the sky. Their body was probably scattered around the area and I hadn't even noticed. I was going to hurl. It was so nauseating to even think about being surrounded by bloody appendages but I peered around anyway through slits in my eyelids to blur out any possible glance of something unsightly. Other than the scattered rubble and orange pieces of cloth I couldn't even spot a single drop of blood. Surely whatever scene lied within the crater, that was at least 3 feet deep, was a messy one, the impact it created confirmed that.
Ok. So someone definitely needed to call 911. I guess I could drive back to Damien's work and use his phone, it was only a five minute drive without traffic. Thats when..
"Ughh…" a low groan come from the center of the huge gaping hole in the ground.
Holy. Fucking. Shit. NO. NO. That poor human being was still ALIVE. Oh fuck this was terrible, they had to have been in so much pain! How was this possible though? I had never heard of a human falling great heights without being scattered or dying right at impact. Even if the fall had occurred from atop my apartment building that still wouldn't explain this massive impact damage. Perhaps he fell with a heavy load of something, maybe with the cargo from a plane? To confirm this I had to look inside the crater. I took a minute to mentally prepare myself for whatever I was about to lay my eyes upon. With my eyes still shut I turned to face the crater, took a deep breath, and looked directly into the center.
No amount of time to mentally prepare myself for what I was looking at would have been enough. I starred in complete shock at the perfectly intact man that lie within the hole. He wore a few cuts and scrapes along his face and limbs, it also didn't appear that he had broken anything. He was extremely muscular with dark hair that spiked wildly around his head. To my surprise though there wasn't a single sign of cargo or any object that could have caused this indent in the ground. Just a tall, battered, handsome man with tethered clothing lay in the center.
Holy Shit.