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I was woken up by the blinding light in my eyes.
''Hey? Hey! Oh thank god! I thought you were dead!''
''WHAT?'' I looked up properly as my eyes adjusted to the bright light. A teenager, about my age, was standing over me. He was about average height, and had black messy hair. The first thing i noticed about him though, were his deep hazel eyes, which stood out on his slightly chubby, but incredibly cute face. He was wearing black skinny jeans, and a misfits t-shirt. But..why did he think i was dead?
''Why would i be dead?'' I asked him slowly, scared of what he would respond. ''Er...' His eyes flickered to my arm then back to my eyes quickly. I looked down at my arm. I gasped as i saw the six deep cuts i had made in my skin. There was dried blood all over my arm, and on my skinny jeans. ''Oh shit..'' i murmured to myself. ''I'm sorry you found me like this..'' I started to apologise to him, but he cut me off. ''What's your name?'' he asked curtly. ''Frank'' I simply replied. ''Frank... I'm Gerard'' He said, smiling at me. He extended his arm and I realised he wanted to shake hands. I quickly shook his hand back.
He sat down next to me, in the leafy haven. His eyes were wide as he looked around, like a small child in a candy store. We sat in a comfortable silence for about 10 minutes, until I realised I had no idea where I was. ''Where are we?'' I asked him slowly. ''Fuck knows. I was...running, then I saw you here. I had to make sure you were alright.'' ''Thanks, i guess..'' I murmured back, embarrassed. Well this was awkward.
''Hey? Hey! Oh thank god! I thought you were dead!''
''WHAT?'' I looked up properly as my eyes adjusted to the bright light. A teenager, about my age, was standing over me. He was about average height, and had black messy hair. The first thing i noticed about him though, were his deep hazel eyes, which stood out on his slightly chubby, but incredibly cute face. He was wearing black skinny jeans, and a misfits t-shirt. But..why did he think i was dead?
''Why would i be dead?'' I asked him slowly, scared of what he would respond. ''Er...' His eyes flickered to my arm then back to my eyes quickly. I looked down at my arm. I gasped as i saw the six deep cuts i had made in my skin. There was dried blood all over my arm, and on my skinny jeans. ''Oh shit..'' i murmured to myself. ''I'm sorry you found me like this..'' I started to apologise to him, but he cut me off. ''What's your name?'' he asked curtly. ''Frank'' I simply replied. ''Frank... I'm Gerard'' He said, smiling at me. He extended his arm and I realised he wanted to shake hands. I quickly shook his hand back.
He sat down next to me, in the leafy haven. His eyes were wide as he looked around, like a small child in a candy store. We sat in a comfortable silence for about 10 minutes, until I realised I had no idea where I was. ''Where are we?'' I asked him slowly. ''Fuck knows. I was...running, then I saw you here. I had to make sure you were alright.'' ''Thanks, i guess..'' I murmured back, embarrassed. Well this was awkward.
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