My master sent me out shopping the next day. I sat down in the small subway seat and looked at my list.
Reiko, Get this stuff:
Beer
Cigarettes
Instant Ramen
Water
Fried chicken
Oil
Spam
White Rice.
I frowned at the name he had given me, Reiko. It means Arrogant. I don't think it's my real name but then again it may as well be, someone threw me out. I twirled a strand of my indigo hair with my finger. People stared at me. It was my clothes. I wore a white and blue sailor style uniform but it was too small. The top sat three inches below my natural waist line and the skirt was almost 9 inches above my knees. I looked very silly wearing the outfit but it's the only clothes I have. I didn't mind the stares anymore, I heard whispers behind me, saying that I looked like a prostitute. I suppressed tears, I couldn't blame them, I did look like a tramp.
I bought all of the things on the list and decided to take the prettier way through town. I bought a small glass bottle filled with coffee for myself with some money I had saved. I clutched the large blue coat that the boy had given to me. It was warm and I was thankful for it, perhaps I should get him a trinket? I did owe him… I kept walking until I reached a small park with a pond, covered in ice due to the cold winter weather. I smiled and walked over to the pond and stared at it for a moment. I then slowly put my foot on it, and then my other and balanced myself on the ice. I stood on the Ice triumphantly and I soon began to glide across the ice with my shoes. I smiled and popped the top off my coffee, taking a sip out of the cool bottle. I smiled and began to slide around once more, feeling free like a bird.
It was short lived.
I lost my balance and fell forward, I griped onto my bottle and closed my eyes. SLAM. I hit the ice hard, the bottle in my hand had shattered into little pieces. I opened my eyes slightly and stared at my hand, it hurt. It was covered in a mix of skin, broken glass and fresh blood, it wasn't deep or anything but it had many cuts and scratches. I scrambled onto my knees and grasped my bleeding hand. I breathed heavily, to the point of hyperventilation. Blood, it was everywhere around me, on me and coming out of me. I felt sick, very sick. That's when I couldn't do it anymore. I let out a scream of pain, not to loud but not to silent. I rocked back and forth, clutching onto my hand as if it were to fall apart at any given moment.
"My hand, Oh my poor hand…What have I done to you…Oh my poor dearest hand…" I cooed as if to calm its throbbing.
"Are you alright Miss?" I looked up, still cradling my hand.
"Oh!" It was the boy from the night before. "What happened? Never mind… Here!" He bent down, took off his scarf and slowly wrapped it around my hand. I watched him do so, twitching when the cloth touched the raw flesh.
"There." He said. "Come on, let's go get you some real bandage to help that hand!" He smiled at me.
"But I-!" I tried to protest but before I could finish he grabbed my shopping bag and my unharmed hand and began to pull me. We walked to a small drug store and he bought 2 drinks, disinfectant, bandages, water and a cloth. We walked out and he sat down on a bench, motioning me to do so as well. I sat and he slowly unwrapped my hand, I winced in pain.
"Sorry…" He said. I nodded to tell him it was ok.
He pulled out the water and took of the cap. "This'll sting a little so bear with me k?" I nodded again. He carefully poured the Luke warm water over my hand, I suppressed a cry. When he was done he covered my hands with ointment and wrapped it in bandages.
"All done." He said.
I looked at my hand and examined it. I then dug into my pocket and pulled out some money, handing it to him. He looked at me, surprised.
"I don't want money!" He said.
I looked at him as if to ask: What do you want then?
He smiled at me and shook his head. "I don't want anything."