Addicted To You

[10] Who Are You?

The miniature rocks that we name stars are losing their luminous glow, dimming down until they're no longer seen by the naked eye.

"Don't leave me..."
I beg with desperation, my drowsy eyes widening.

Drips violently splatter upon my forehead and I brush them away with the tip of my thumb, figuring out where they came from.

Just as I finish brushing them off, more drips invite themselves and eventually cover the entirety of face. Then I stupidly realise, it's raining.

"Really?"
I heavily groan while pulling myself off the dirty floor, stretching my achy legs out.

Without a plan to follow, I make my way across the field in attempt to hide under a tree for shelter.

Strands of grass brush against the openings of my wounds on my hands, feeling like paper-cuts, and the rain trickles down my face causing my nose to dribble and body to uncontrollably shiver.

After a while, I eventually approach the tree and perch myself against the thick trunk, holding my knees up to my sore chest.

I glance to where I jumped out from the minibus, there's still no one around. The worn-out street lamps from the street look tiny from here, which is good because that means I'm well-hidden. I'm probably just a speck in the distance to them. But I hate to admit, I miss them dearly and I'm actually quite frightened being out here on my own.

A sudden noise startles me out of thought and my ears instantly prick up to analyse it, someone is listening to music.

The music is booming with life but very muffled, so I'm unable to listen to the lyrics. I soon notice that it's being produced by the house behind me.

I'm automatically intrigued and move towards the nearby bushes to receive a clearer view of the house.

Through the slightly open window, there's a boy. He appears to be the same age as me and has a unique sense of style. He has messy, side-swept hair, almost like mine but his is a much darker shade, and has his mood lights on in his room; an appealing, dark shade of blue like the ocean. The music he is playing is aesthetic, not something to be crazily dancing around to like you're out of your mind -which isn't my style of music anyway.

Scanning his room, he must love astronomy and nature due to the telescope he has in the corner and beautiful plants dotted around the place.

What am I even doing? Is this wrong? Maybe I shouldn't be spying on him like this.

I'm about to leave when I catch him staring at me from his window, pointing behind me.

"Get off my property you dirty piece of skum!"

I abruptly twist my body to see an old man in ragged farmers clothes hovering over me, he must own the land.

I didn't notice he has his German Shepherd and Doberman by his side due to their dark coats blending in with the dark and I flinch as they yank on the leash, barking and growling like I'm their prey.

I swallow the excess saliva that's been building up as I watch the foam bubble up in their mouths in horror, slowly trickling down their muzzles as they expose their sharp canines. I back away very slowly.

"I- Uh- I'm sorry..."
I stammer, trying to hide my trembling hands.

But before he has the chance to tell me off, I sprint off further into the field.

The rain violently spits at me, making my vision fuzzy but my legs won't stop moving.

I eventually lose him and I gag on the build-up of saliva blocking my airways from sprinting too fast, causing my heart rate to spike.

I attempt to calm myself down, "Breathe... He's gone..."

I head over to the train tracks nearby and look both ways once I stand in the centre, no signs of any trains, just the red lights from afar.

That's a shame, I wouldn't mind coming face to face with a train.

"You liked my music earlier, huh?"
An unfamiliar voice startles me.

He makes his way into the tracks, aiming his flashlight towards my face which makes me squint. I remain silent, facing the other direction.

"I'm not going to hurt you," He softly chuckles, "Why are you out here alone in the rain anyway? I have a spare mattress, you can spend the night round mine if you have no where to go."

"Why would I do that? I don't know you," I huff, glaring towards his wet face, "You're out here at one o'clock in the morning, shouldn't you be sleeping?"

"Shouldn't you be sleeping?"
He smirks with a mumble, exposing his little dimples.

I groan a little too harshly than I intended, "You don't know why I'm here, so I suggest you take your designer coat and your so 'perfect' hair away from me."

I sassily stroll down the tracks away from his direction and my body instantly trembles from being so nervous, but I hide it from him.

"Would you come round if I told you that Rye's been my best friend since primary school? He's told me a lot about you, you know."
He folds his arms with a cute smile upon his lips.

I instantly turn with the mentioning of Rye and watch him standing there, cocking his head to the side, "Nice to meet you, Andy."