All Alone

Chapter 2: Aron Lucero

"Last time I checked, it was rude for boys to hit girls," Aron said with a smirk, his voice was deep and mysterious, something that intrigued me. The two guys holding my arms loosened their grip. I wouldn't blame them, Aron was a senior in high school, picking a fight with him was a bad idea. The two guys quickly released me and ran, the sound of leaves crunching echoes through the forest. Brandon yanked his hand back from Aron's grip, he murmured something that I couldn't pick out and walked away, his shoulder banging into mine. I stumbled back, that kind of hurt, I was pretty small for my age and I snap like a twig, but no one knew that, not even Aron.

I made my way over to Aron and smiled, "How'd you find me?" I asked, kicking the dirt on the ground.

"I was going to pick you up from school when I saw them drag you, I followed but I chose another path so they wouldn't see me" He looked down at me, smiled and ruffled my hair "sorry they were messing with you again." I shrugged like it was nothing, pushed his hand away from my head and fixed my hair. He started walking off, into the direction of the hills. I watched him, not wanting him to go. "Aren't you coming?" he said, looking back at me and motioning me to follow. I nodded slowly, stuffed my hands in my pocket and followed rather quickly. Aron climbed to the top of the hill and looked back at me. I was behind him, making my way up, the hill was pretty steap and one wrong move would send my tumbling back down. He smirked and grabbed my arm, pulling up to the top with him. I was doing just fine on my own, of course he just had to do that.

"What was that for? I was doing just fine." I questioned, taking my arm back and fixing my hat. He smiled and sat down without answering my question. I sat down next to him and punched his arm, not to hard but hard enough to cause a little pain. He looked down at me and laughed, then put his arm around me and pulled me close. I sighed then smiled and leaned on him. He was like my big brother, and he treated me like I was his little sister.

Aron is 6'1''. Son of Richard and Gabriella Lucero. Aron's parents had died in a car accident six years ago, he lives with his uncle who seemed to be always drunk. He tells me that I'm pretty much the only family he has left, we're not blood related but we have a lot in common and we treat eachother like brother and sister. He has brown wavy hair (when he doesn't straighten it) and pale blue eyes. He is a senior at Shadow Wood High School and attended all honers classes. He was the kinda of guy who kept it quiet and mysterious but he sometimes has his random crazy moments. Most people avoid him, because he carries a pocketknife and a blade they think he's some kind of serial killer. That's was pisses me off because I know Aron more than any of those stupid idiots in his school. Aron was a sweet guy, well to me that is. We met about five years ago and I had first moved to Shadow Wood, it was my 7th birthday and my father took me to the music store to buy me my first guitar. He so happened to be there and help me pick out my guitar. After that we just started hanging out, meeting after school and talking. Sometimes I'd stop by his place and watch him play his guitar and occasionaly I'd play with him, me being on acoustic guitar or keyboard and him being on electric guitar or bass.

"Macy, you've heard about Mr. Johnson, what happened 2 days ago right?" he looked at me, the smile vanishing from his face.

"Yeah...he was murdered" I bit my lower lip. Mr. Johnson lived in the apartment below ours on the second floor. He was one of me and Aron's close friends, he always wore a smile and would tell us about his stories when he was a young boy in the navy.

Aron's eyes went serious, "Two nights ago, Charles Johnson was sitting on his couch, reading the newspaper as usual," he started to say, "the next day, some people came to his apartment, wondering why he didn't come to work, they found him on the floor laying in a puddle of blood, there was a wound in his chest but there was no evedence of what caused the wound or who commited the crime."

"I know Aron, it happen right below my apartment." I looked at him, it was quiet for a few minutes, the only noise there was the sound of the wind, stirring through the trees below us. For a split second I felt as if someone was watching us, a chill ran up my spine but I quickly shook it off. 

"You ok?" Aron asked.

"Um, yeah just fine" I replied, I took a glance behind me then scanned the area around us. Something didn't feel right. I suddenly felt sick, I started to sweat, something foul was in the air and made me want to puke. I groaned and held my stomach, trying to keep my lunch inside me.

"Macy, you don't look ok." Aron pulled off my hat and placed his hand on my forehead. "You're getting warm."

"I just feel a little sick," the smell got stronger, as if someone was dying right besides me. I clutched my stomach tighter, I was going to hurl. I felt weaker, my eyesight was getting blurry. "A-Aron..." I tried to stand up, before I knew what was going on, I was falling. I fell backwards down the hill. Broken branches and shards of rock were piercing my skin. I could feel the blood trickle down my left cheek and into my mouth. The salty, sour taste of blood and sweat made my toungue curl. Down I fell, it seemed to be never ending. I cursed aloud, I could see Aron screaming my name as he made his way down the steap hill. I let out a scream but my mouth was filled with blood and dirt. The cuts all over my body got deeper, causing more pain.

My eyes were blurred by tears. I tried to scream but before I had a chance to, my head slammed into a large rock. My skull cracked open and blood poured out, down my face and tainting my dark hair. I touched my face, only to see that my hand was stained with my own blood. I winced loudly and instantly I was out cold.