Max's P.O.V.
One of the guys lunged at me where first, my eyes started seeing spots at the sudden movement against something brick hard. Literally.
I let out a squeal. He started violently putting his hands up to my shoulders and taking my backpack off at first, then he was leaning in closer and I could seriously smell the alcohol rubbing off of him. I gagged and then the guy fell to the ground.
No one told me I had such power. I fell to the ground limply like paper, then realized my head was bleeding a little bit at the back, and it hurt like crap.
I looked around me trying to find the source of the unimaginably strong person who just threw that guy right off of me. I saw no one.
I looked behind me and saw a huge hole branded onto the brick wall. A hole, and it wasn't just any hole, it was a hole made by a fist. I gasped, surprised at someone's such power. What the was that?
"Hello?" I croaked. I was tired I was wet I was scared I was in pain and most importantly…I was hungry. You can never do anything right in an empty stomach, I could have kicked that guy's head right off that toothpick neck if I hadn't been hungry…
"Max?" there was that voice again. I looked around one more time. Was I that insane?
No. No, apparently I wasn't. I rubbed my eyes, my head was super dizzy and everything appeared to be spinning. Then I saw him…and her.
"Johnny? What are you doing here? Hannah?" I asked listening to my own crazy words.
"Max, oh my gosh! What happened? What are you doing in the rain?" Hannah squealed as she ran over to me. Johnny walked over with a strange expression on his face. Was he in on this?
"Are you okay?" she asked panicking groping her hands around wildly around me trying to help somehow. That triggered me.
"I'm fine. Why do you care?" then I quickly turned to Johnny and before I could say something, gratitude filled my heart: "Did you just do that?" I asked.
"Do what? I was way over there," he said.
Forget about the gratitude.
"Then who was it?" I mostly muttered to myself. I was right now drowning in my own shoes, wet, shivering, cold, and…hungry.
"Who was what?" Hannah asked alarmed, she was now picking my backpack off the damp ground.
"That guy…person," the miraculous light who saved my life.
"I think you've gone crazy," said Hannah. Johnny lost interest.
"I hope you get better Max, bye." Okay, what was his problem?
He left scraping his feet against the ground. Hannah came near me hugging me.
"Let's go home," she said.
"Yes, lets." I said unthinkingly. Go home leaving myself to drown in my own curiosities of figuring out that person.