#20 | Lonely
This girl, this unnamed girl, who I'd never met before in my life, ran up to me as I lay on the floor, gaging on my own blood, gasping for air, with two arrows sticking out of my chest.
She knelt down next to my side and took my hand. It was warm and soft and reminded me of home.
I looked at her the pain and fear showing clear in my eyes, reflecting back in her beautiful bright green eyes along with a kindness I'd never seen, never felt before since learning about being a half-blood. Since learning about how my life was going to be lived every waking moment, watching my back, looking over my shoulder, watching out for monster. Since learning that I had a godly parent that didn't talk to me much or at all, leaving my father who had died when I was six.
"It's going to be okay," the girl whispered in a soft, sweet voice. And that's when I realized I'd been trying to talk to her, but all that came out were half-words that turned into gasps.
This girl was pretty. Very pretty. Eyes as green as the leaves in summer. Hair a deep mahogany brown, loosely braided over her shoulder with elderberry blossoms weaved throughout her braid.
She sat down and took me into her arms, cradling me, resting my head against her shoulder, still holding one of my hands.
Tears formed in my eyes.
I didn't want to die. Not now. I was only fifteen. I had my whole life ahead of me and now... now it was going to end. So soon. It wasn't fair!
I let out a sob, my whole body shaking. Pain seared through me and my gasps became frantic as I felt my heart stutter.
The girl held me tighter but I pulled away to look up at her. Her eyes looked sad now and it pained me to see her like this. This girl I didn't know. This girl whose name I didn't even know and unfortunately couldn't ask.
They were like crystal clear pools, her eyes and I suddenly felt myself being thrown into her own emotions of heartbreaking, eternal sadness... No, not sadness but, loneliness. She was lonely, eternally lonely. And yet, here she was comforting a boy she didn't even know in his last minutes of life.
I could feel myself slipping them. My gasps became quiet and my body stopped shaking and quivering. The waves started lapping up, over me. Soft. Gentle. Warm. But I still didn't want to go. I wasn't ready for what was waiting for me down in the Underworld. I fought against it, taking broken breaths of air, forcing my body to work, though I knew from the moment those arrows pierced my chest I was a goner.
The girl pull me back to her. My head resting against her shoulder again. I felt her hand run through through my hair, stroke it.
"You're all right." She whispered in that soft, airy voice. "It was all just a dream." Her voice started to fade and my eyes slid closed. But I took comfort in that this kind, young girl had been there with me. That this kind, young girl hadn't left me to die alone.
Her voice came out in a soft whisper as the world around me disappeared, "Go back to sleep."
Thank you for everything,
TheBrightestNight