(Still a one shot and PLEASE watch the vid above, thank you❤)

Ever since the shootings at the local mall I have been wandering the streets of my little town. As the wind rippled through the forest trees and the sun's fading rays fell upon me, I felt saftey. Of course now that I have discovered something wrong with my eyes I wear sunglasses to keep people safe from my glare. I think that it may be my imagination or something like a curse, but it started with a dream.

I woke up on the streets of a distant town I have not yet visited. Then I saw a huge commotion on the other side of the vacant street. Like it was frozen in time, I saw two kids in the street and a teenager on the other side. I stood up wobbly and started to walk to the incident worringly, hoping that it wasn't real. Sadly it was and then I realized what was happening. The boy was trying to save the girl from being hit by a truck, while the teen was trying to save both. Almost in an instant it unfroze and the boy pulled the girl to the side and his little body was thrown across the street and the truck continued his route unknowing of the accident. Both the girl and the teen dissapered as soon as he got hit and the boy remained still. I rushed over to him and he was in horrible pain and condition. His eyes were closed and his chest slowly rose up and down shakilly and his head was wet with his blood. "Are you okay! PLEASE wake up!!"And like if it was in a fairy tale his eyes fluttered open shakilly and he started to cry from the horrible pain he was in. I then, uncontrollably looked straight into his eyes and he started to heal...a bit.

He still had his horrible wounds and was still bleeding, but now he was breathing normally and he stopped crying."Thank you, and who are you?" He asked quietly. "It doesn't matter now, I have to get you fixed up." I said sitting next to him. "Okay." He said as he tried to move but couldn't. I picked him up and carried him to my house and started bandaging him to stop the ongoing pour of blood that was starting to soak my clothes.

He just layed there motionless, his eyes coated with a slight layer of pain and saddness. "I'm not... I'm not going to make it. Just let me die in peace..." He said closing his eyes and ended his sentence expelling air lightly and stopped breathing. "Oh crap!" I said opening his eyes delicately to look into his.

It did work, and he gasped for air and looked at me angrilly, though a glint of thankfulness was buried underneath. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't bare to see you die." I said crying onto his stomach. I wiped away my tears and looked at his wounds that haven't been taped and saw them gushing out blood. I continued to tape his wounds and even washed his head to remove acess blood. I then looked at our clothes, stained with crusty blood and tears. "I am going to change our clothes and it is not going to be embarrassing for either of us, k."

Time Skip to new clothes.

I sat up from my bed and since he couldn't stand he just looked at me. "How have I survived? Why didn't I DIE!" He screamed silently, looking at me with tears in his eyes and worry in his expression. "I can't answer such questions." I said to him, looking at his forehead to avoid eye contact. "Ow! My head-" He said being cut off by him putting an arm across his forehead.

I climbed into my bed with him and hugged him trying not to hurt him but keeping a slight firmness in hold. "I wish that I could just wake up. I wish this was a dream, and that we don't ever have to meet this way!" I said crying into his side. He started crying too and hugged me back.

My eyes opened and I woke up in my bed with no trace of the dream or him on my bed. Even I was in the same clothes I went to sleep in.

I stood up and ate breakfast while watching the news. I almost gaged at the new report being taken of a girl being hit by a truck and the two people trying to save her, but doing it unsuccessfully in the process. Maybe this wasn't such a dream...