Yeah, so this chapter is longer just like I said. I think it kind of makes up for the earlier chapter, which was undoubtedly short. Aw, still only one person reveiwed. But I'm thankful for that anyways. Just a heads up, you won't hear from me for a little bit due to tropical storm Irene, which is looming over our heads right now, but I'll update as soon as I can afterwards. Gosh, I was in a hurry to upload this chapter because the wind started to pick up and we might lose power.

My sympathies go out to all those affected by the hurricane.

Chapter 3: A Pair Of Glasses

"Carrie, where are you going?" One of my friends called after me.

Weird, how if you set a certain goal, if you truly desire it, everything else seems to dissolves, and your heart is set on this one thing.

Here, as my feet seem to move on their own, taking me to my destination, it is the same.

I was running away from school towards the hospital. All day, thoughts of a certain person distracted me from all the surroundings. Only he was on my mind; that pale face, that long and messy hair, his slim yet broken figure. I couldn't get him off my mind. Why? Simply it's because I'm worried about him.

I knew they had yelled out my name, but I didn't care. Their voices didn't matter to me. They knew enough about this boy to know why I was running to him.

Like how news of this boy was in everyone's mind, even if they had already forgotten, the memory of what happened that day left a wound on my heart.

(Flashback)

Gently, I laid him on his back again, his shirt stained even more with crimson blood. We were outside the grove now and at the back of my house. The whole way there, I had slung one of his arms over my shoulder and carried him out of there. I wasn't aiming to hurt him more, but at least we were out of the grove.

I had already called 911 with my cell phone, which had been conveniently kept in the pocket on my dress. I'm now glad Sasha insisted on me keeping my cell phone with me at all times.

There was one injury on his side that I noticed was bleeding a lot. I did the only thing I knew. I rushed inside and grabbed a washcloth, pressing it down on the wound and applying pressure. He was still breathing, but it was uneven, and his pulse had slowed.

The weather was still a bit cold, I didn't mind, but I'm not sure how this boy minds the cold. I took the his coat and laid it over him. Now that I looked at him, I could get a good look at his features.

He had a good build, and his skin was so soft, but cold at the same time. If he wasn't injured, I might of though he would be sleeping. His hair was really long, and that seemed to stir some wonder inside me.

'How does he see through his bangs? Those glasses only cover his face even more.' I asked myself. I pushed his bangs away from his eyes, but they were closed. 'I wish I could see his eyes. I wonder what color they are?'

I stayed with him, watching over him, until paramedics arrived. They rushed him off to the hospital in an instant. Which left me all alone, wondering and fearfully awaiting this boy's fate.

When they left, I noticed a pair of glasses on the ground. I picked them up and looked at them.

They must be his. There's no doubt about it.

Holding them to my chest, I looked up at the sky. It was a clear day, yet the sun was still shining.

'Whoever you are, I promise you, these glasses are yours, and I shall keep them safe until you are well again.'

(End flashback)

I stood in front of the hospital, glancing up at it's five stories. It had remained the same as when I first came here after the boy was taken here.

When I entered the hospital that day, wanting to know of his condition, I learned that he'd been rushed into surgery right away. My heart had twisted at those words, and so I rushed down there. Three long hours, I sat there waiting. I wanted to thank him, talk to him, and return his glasses also.

Finally, the time came when I would hear of his fate. The doctor cast me a look, but then said to me, "He's sure lucky you found him. He's stable at the moment, but it will take at least a week to recover."

I was overjoyed, and I waited for him to awaken. By now everyone in town knew.

*Bing*

The elevator stopped on the third floor, just what I wanted. Getting out, I turned a corner and started walking down the long hallway. Each number I saw for the rooms, my eyes scaned over them carefully, not wanting to miss the room I was looking for.

"Oh, it's her again." People were whispering things around me. They knew my face and why I was here.

"Did you hear? She was the one who found him."

"Really? The one with the long drak hair?"

"Yes. She comes here after school and stays by his bedside, holding a pair of glasses."

"Are they her's?"

"No. They belong to that boy."

"How odd."

"A girl like that...for someone like him..."

'I hate it when you criticize me.' I thought bitterly. It's like they're telling me to not come back, just to forget about him. I can't. There's nothing wrong with seeing him. I made a promise, and so, I will wait for him to wake up.

"489...490...491..." I mumbled to myself. "492...ah! 493."

Spotting the room number, I took a deep breath and walked inside. The room wasn't that bright since the curtain blinds were shut, but still light came through, giving light to the room. I walked over to the opposite side of the room, by the window, and looked down at his sleeping form.

The covers of his bed were tucked up to his chest and I watched it rise and fall underneath them at a steady pace. His heartbeat was stable, which was another good sign, indicated by the rhythmic beeping of the monitor. He didn't have the oxygen mask on anymore, unlike when he first arrived here, but there were still few needles running into him, one leading to an IV drip. I had learned that most of his injuries had been closed up with stitches, but I could see bandages wrapped over his chest, even though he had a hospital gown on, I could still see them.

He looked better than before, but still pale. And yet, his long bangs still covered his eyes. It made me smile and I ruffled his hair with one hand. It felt so messy, but somewhat soft.

Sighing, I set his glasses down on a stand beside him and pulled up a chair, setting my book bag down beside it.

The flower in the windowsill was already dieing out, which surprised me. Maybe someone forgot to water it or maybe it didn't get enough sun, which meant I'd have to go buy another one.

I cast my eyes back to the boy. he had saved me that day and I didn't know who in the world he was. I just felt that I needed to stay by him until he wakes up, and I wanted to thank him. He was mysterious...but there was something else about him as well, I just don't know what.

My entire body hurt. I don't really remember much of anything here, just floating in a dead space. Wait? Am I dead, or back in the Abyss? No, just unconscious most likely.

Before I found myself in this void...let's see. It's hard to see it, but there was a girl. She had long beige hair and wore a plaid red dress. She was walking in the grove, along a gorge, when a root tripped her up. She was about to fall, but I ran up and just barley caught her. Then I remember saying something, and that was it.

I shuddered as another wave of pain passed through my body. I could feel my heart beating heavily in my chest, and I was having trouble breathing. How long I'd been in this darkness, I don't know.

Suddenly, a small light appears next to me. A tiny white light that circles me. Finally, it hovers above my chest, but then sinks into where my heart is.

Pain once again flows through me, more intense, and I close my eyes because of it. There's a slight gust of wind, but then everything's gone. The pain fades and feeling starts returning to me.

As far as I'm concerned, I'm laying on something soft, my head resting on the same surface. I don't feel the same pain as before, but parts of my arms and torso ache. My hearing returns next, and there's a faint beeping that gradually becomes known. I'm aware that there's something in my arm, noted by when I tried to move it. My eyes still show me darkness, but that's because they're closed.

Slowly, I begin to open my eyes, letting out a small groan as small rays of sun invade them, causing me to wince. My eyes manage to adjust though and I can see the bangs of my long hair.

I feel the presence of someone next to me, and I turn my head to see them.

'Is that...?' I thought. My vision was still blurry, but I saw short beige hair and light blue eyes. 'Could it be...?'

"Elli...ot?" I managed to say, straining my voice. My vision cleared, and they came into focus.

No, this was not Elliot. This was someone else.

It was a young girl. It looked at first like she had short hair, but it was actually pulled into a ponytail. She was wearing a long sleeved light gray shirt, with a red ribbon around the collar, a ruffled black skirt, and black fingerless gloves.

"Um...no." She said. This girl looked familiar, but when have I...

Ah, of course! Even though her hair was pulled back and she was wearing different clothing, her hair color, her eyes, her face, they were all the same. This was that girl that I saved.

"You...you are-"

"You shouldn't talk so much. You need to rest." She told me. That voice, it was calming and warm at the same time. "I'm glad you're awake."

This girl, had she been here this whole time? I had to admit, she looked a lot like Elliot, my master, but she was entirely different. And I wanted to know her name.

"You...are?"

She smiled casually. "Carrie Strata."

"Leo."

I think that's a nice note to leave off on. I'll come back as soon as possible and as soon as the storm blows over. Until then, leave a reveiw if you'd like. Oh, and before you ask, Carrie isn't the reincarnation of Elliot, just saying.