Here is the second chapter.

Enjoy!

-O-

Chapter 2:

Lily

She looked incredulously and fearfully at the thing. What was it?

She had been walking home from school, casually strolling down the park in an attempt to gain some much needed peace. School had been quite stressful with exams taking place within a week.

Unfortunately, her desire for peace and a stress-free environment was rather violently infiltrated by a heavy thing falling on her.

It was soft. It was cold. And it was incredibly heavy.

After squeezing herself out of the uncomfortable position under the heavy thing, the young teenage girl looked at the strange sight in front of her.

"It's a boy."

Yes, it was a boy, but her blue eyes did not fail to notice the dried blood staining his tattered clothes and the pile of the life liquid gradually creating a pool in the grass of the park.

She didn't know what to do; she had never been in this situation before.

She looked around, desperately searching for someone who could help her.

Then she saw a policeman walking around, so she did the one thing that anyone would do: she ran to the young man and led him to the clearing where the bloody boy had fallen atop of her.

"See, he's right there. He just fell on me, and I don't know what to do. Please, can you take him to the hospital? He's bleeding furiously," explained her clear voice, worry, shock, and fear evident in it.

The policeman stared dumbly at her.

Her brows furrowed in frustration. "Don't just stand there! He's dying! His body is cold, and he's lost a lot of blood."

"Young lady, there's nothing there," was his simple reply.

"What are you talking about? He's right there," she points at the ground, directly where she clearly sees the bloody mess.

"There's only grass there."

"Look, the boy is right there! Please, just take him to the hospital. "

"I'm sorry young lady. I don't see a boy lying there, "the policeman stated, "I only see grass."

"I know that I see the boy right there! I'm not hallucinating," she tried to explain. "You can even look at my shirt."

She held out her school uniform so that the man can see the blood stain smeared across it after the boy had fallen on her.

"That's just mud…or dirt," said the policeman.

Her patience was running thin. She tried to convince the policeman that the stain on her shirt was blood and that it had dried, causing the color to transform from red to brown.

Still, the policeman did not believe her.

"Look kid, I don't see anything. Maybe you should go home and rest. It might just be your imagination," he said before turning his back and walking off.

"Wait! Please, just –just take him to the hosp…"

The policeman was gone. And she was left more desperate than before.

She looked at boy.

'I have to save him.'

Call it kindness or whatever, but she knew that she was supposed to save this stranger. Any decent human being would or should do the same thing.

She ran to the boy, and kneeled beside him. His back was facing up and his face was turned away from her. She placed her forefingers where his carotid artery should be, patiently hoping to find some sort of pulse.

"Please," she begged, "Just a pulse."

She closed her eyes, trying hard to feel any sign that he was alive. Two people walked by, staring at her strange actions.

"What's she doing?"

"I don't know," answered the companion. "Best to just avoid her."

But the young girl did not hear anything they said. She was only focused on one thing –finding any sign that suggested that the boy was still indeed alive.

He was there and she knew it even if the policeman could not see him. He was there, dying. And she would not let him die.

"Please, just a pulse…just let me feel a pulse," she whispered to herself.

Losing hope by the second, the girl opened her eyes, her fingers still placed on his neck.

Her brows furrowed upwards. Her lips danced into a frown on her face.

She looked at the boy.

"I'm so sorry," she said, "I wasn't much help to you..."

She looked down at her bloody clothes and trembling hands, her black hair dangling limply from the chopsticks that held them in a messy bun.

She felt guilty. Here she was looking at a boy that apparently no one else sees, and she could not help him. Her powerlessness was like a loud and annoying laugh that rung in her ears and caused her shoulders to droop.

She whispered solemnly, "I'm sorry."

Just as she was about to feel tears glide down her face, she saw something stir.

She lifted her head up slightly. Nothing moved, and she grew to believe that maybe she was starting to hallucinate.

She stared at the dead figure, the frown still etched on her face and the tears welling up in her eyes.

Just as the tears cascaded down her cheeks, she saw the hair on the figure's head move slightly.

She immediately moved to the other side of the body to look at his face.

'Maybe he came back...' she hoped.

She kneeled down before his face, and positioned him so that his head and body were facing upward.

His appearance caused a gasp to come out of her lips.

"He looks…" she murmured quietly, "He doesn't look human."

The young boy's face, she realized, looked more like it was that of a teenager about her age. His face had, what appeared to be, emerald colored tear drops on his cheeks that contrasted greatly with his ashen colored skin. His upper lips were a blackish color that matched the dark color of his brows and the blackness of his hair. He was also wearing what seemed to be thick armor on the left side of his head, but she could not distinguish whether it was red, white, or both because of the blood that had gradually painted it. Even with all his odd features, the young man was considerably handsome and attractive in her eyes. What shocked her most, however, was the giant hole going straight through the area where his throat was supposed to be.

"I-Is that what killed him?" she asked herself, but upon taking another inspection, she became aware that he had a large gash going from his left shoulder to below his right abdomen, blooding oozing out of it.

She reached out her hand to put pressure on the wound to stop it from bleeding any longer. She did not know whether she was simply being stubborn or that she actually believed she could save him. The light in her eyes grew fiery and intense - a vibrant wildfire amidst a sea of blue. She was only human, but all humans have the power to save a life. In fact, many have already done so. Perhaps, she would be able to do the same. She continued her efforts with those encouraging thoughts in mind.

And then, her answer came.

"Who are you?" came a baritone voice.

She looked down at the source of the sweet melody, and she saw something that she would never forget. Looking up at her were the clearest emerald orbs she had ever seen.

Her voice got caught up in her throat. The vibrant eyes pierced her as she tried to say an answer.

"M-My name is," she began, her sapphire eyes locked with his emerald ones.

"Sayuri."

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