The Boy With The Stone Heart
Part One - The Finding
I pull my hoodie closer to my body, trying to keep in warmth and pressing on through the snowy storm around me. I had been hurt and wounded, the blood running down my leg was slowly starting to freeze up and the yells of the person I thought that had loved me burst out from not to far behind me, causing me to speed up.
I start to dash across the road as I reach it, not looking to see if there was anything going my way, this street way always quiet, nobody drove on it.
Well, that’s another thing I assumed wrong, because right then I heard tire screeches and turned just in time to see the lights of the car as it hit me.
I wake up in an unknown room. The walls are made of wood the floor covered in a old, warn carpet. It was not cold, but wasn’t warm either, Im covered in an old wool blanket and I notice my hoodie is now missing. A knock is at the door and I sit up, my head going dizzy for a moment and then I look at the person.
An old man, withered and in around his seventies, holding a tray with what looks like a type of meat stew and a chunk of bread and a cup of water with what looks like a pill bottle. “It’s good to see-” the man starts.
“Where is my jacket?” I demand, nerves wracking at my brain.
“It is hanging right there,” he points to my left and I look, its hanging on the bed post on a piece of one of the branches. “It’s good to see your awake, you gave me a scare there boy.” he says, his breath sounding like he had one to many cigarettes.
“I’m pretty sure I scared myself to.” I reply, the old man laughing at that as he sets the tray down on my lap.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d be ready to eat out at the dining table, so I brought this to you.” he says,
“Thank you sir, but you don’t need to do this, just bringing me here was kind enough.” I reply,
“Its no problem. So why don’t you tell me what got you here?” He asks. I swallow, clearing my throat, then begin my story.