Nameless

Seventeen

[her]

she walked closer,
and closer,
and even closer.
she started to see the barely visible prints
on the side of the car.
tiny hands of theirs imprinted.
but as she drew closer,
she realised something else.
there was a figure in the car.
she had two choices,
either run the fuck away,
or help the dude/dudette.
in usual circumstances,
she would have ran for the hills.
but for once,
she felt compelled to help.
who knows why.
[well, I do, bc I'm the writer.
(cough) I mean narrator.]
it seems so cliche, no?
that's what she thought,
at least.
when she saw who it was,
she felt this weird...
build up in her chest.
it felt like a bomb in her chest,
about to explode.
her shaking hand reached out,
trying to open the locked door.
realizing it was locked,
she pulled out a random piece of string,
randomly lying in her bag.
she tried to unlock the door with the string.
slipping the string in between,
tightening the loop around the peg,
and finally unlocking it.
she frantically dropped her bag on the seat
and shook him,
in hopes of waking him.
wake the fuck up doofus.
she silently cried.
she knew she was overreacting,
but she couldn't stop the flow of tears.
violently wiping them away,
she tried to drag him out of the seat,
placing him on the other side.
she slid into the driver's side and drove.

[him]
shifting in and out of consciousness,
he realized he was moving.
or rather,
moving in a car.
he heard light sniffles,
but made no move to comfort her.
instead,
he didn't move at all,
pretending to still be unconscious.
but he felt relieved and slightly happy,
even if she was crying.
he was glad she still cared.

{adorable, I know. sorry for the late update, have been having exams and writer's block. also trying to focus on GWTC but I can't think. sigh}