Me: Hey guys! I'm back. Just like in the last chapter, I'm not gonna claim Toby at all, because he is a very special person. VERY special.
Toby: I like this story. I'm turning out as a superhero murder machine. In a figurative sense, of course.
Me: Rose would be fine (ecstatic really) with you killing the man Toby, but sadly you do not get a chance to.
Toby: *childish sad face* But I wanted to kill him!
"Nice to meet you Toby." I told him, holding out my hand to shake. "I'm Rose. Rose Granger."
He took my hand, smiling. "Nice name." I tried to smile but the smile wavered as I blinked more. In the moments of light I had I saw Toby looking nervously at me. "Are you tired?"
"A little bit."
"I think I have a spare bedroom somewhere here…" He mumbled, turning around in a circle to look at the room surrounding us. While he was turned away my eyes fell closed completely and I was basically sleeping where I stood. When he turned back to me he poked me slightly. After I didn't respond out of tiredness he lifted me back into his arms. Now I hung limply from them, my limbs hanging from his arms. I wasn't asleep, but I very well could have been.
He carried me through his house, bouncing me up and down lightly with every step. He seemed to be stepping nimbly over every little thing that would be crowding his floor. I heard his foot kick a door open but he didn't hit a light switch so it remained a pleasant darkness. He rested me lightly down on a bed and I felt him pull the blanket over me so I was completely covered. Right before I drifted away into the land of dreams I felt his hand rest on my hair to smooth it out of my face. Then it fell away, just as I did as well.
I was being chased by the man, his smell filling my nose. I kept trying to shove it away from my face but it kept coming back to overwhelm me. His hands kept reaching out to grab my arms but I just ran faster. His hands scrapped my arms, creating long red lines along them but no blood flowed from them. The deep darkness overwhelmed me, filling my sightline with complete blackness. There was nothing in front of me. Nowhere that I could go to hide. But I had to keep running. I had too. I couldn't get caught by the horrible, horrible man who chased me. So I ran.
"Rose?" Someone's hand was lightly resting on my shoulder. I startled awake, flailing my arms to try and swat it away. It wasn't until after a few seconds that I realized that I was no longer being chased by the man. Instead, I was inside the house of a man who the only thing I knew about him was his name. But for some reason, I felt safer than I had ever felt before.
My eyes opened and I found myself about an inch from a face. As soon as the face saw that I was awake it brightened. "How are you feeling?"
I looked at the face in front of me strangely. "Can you get away from my face please?" They nodded and then backed away.
I reached up a hand to rub my eyes as the bright light invaded their happy darkness. But after I opened them, the blurry lights fading away. As the form of the face slowly blurred into focus I was surprised by the deepness of worry that was filling the hazel green eyes. They were searching my face for a sign that I was okay. But instead of showing them something comforting I was just staring back in amazement.
"Are you okay?" He asked again, not moving back any farther.
"Maybe." I mumbled, pulling the blanket tightly around me.
"Anything hurt? I've got some pain killers you could have…" He waved a hand in the air, trailing off at the end of the sentence. My eyes glanced to his hand, which had moved up to to mess with his mousy brown hair, which stuck out as far as its short length could reach. The ends curled around his odd pointy ears that settled next to wispy sideburns. It all looked so messed up that I could tell he always ran his hand through it.
"My neck kind of hurts." I told him, rubbing a hand up and down it. "But I don't know if pain killer does anything for that."
He shrugged. "Who knows? I'll go get some and we can find out." He stood and left the room, leaving the door slightly open behind him. As soon as he was gone I looked around the room, one hand moving up to play with my hair.
The room had white walls, just like what I assumed the rest of the house would look like. I could only slightly remember what happened last night after he lifted me into his arms. Just that we had a small conversation before I fell asleep. But before that, when I stood outside my store under the broken streetlight, I remembered it all. Every last detail. A tear fell down my cheek as I remembered his face, what he did to me.
The man re-entered the room, a glass of water and a bottle of pain killers clutched in his hand. His face was cheerful, with a slight smile on his face, until he noticed the second tear as it landed on the rough blanket around me.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his face forming to look like a sad child. "What happened?"
I took a deep breath in an attempt to speak but no word I spoke seemed to be understandable. Tears just slid down my cheek as I gurgled un-distinctively. He stood there awkwardly as I cried, his mind trying to comprehend what was going on. As my hands reached up to cover my eyes as I cried he came over, putting the water and the bottle down on the floor by the bed, sat down on the bed and reached out his arms. I fell into them and pressed my face against his cotton shirt, my hands still clutched around my eyes. He reached his arms around me so I was held tightly. But it wasn't the tightness that the man had done last night, with evil intentions behind every move. It was the feeling of security. Like he wanted to save me.
His chin rested on my head as he held me. We sat there as I continued to cry, staining his shirt with tears. He never wavered in his hold on me, his arms holding me tightly as my tears turned into strange coughs. Soon I had stopped making any noise, so we sat there in silence, but he didn't seem to notice. And I didn't tell him.
Finally, after we had sat there in silence for a while I felt his arms drop away. I didn't want them to go, but I didn't want to force them to be around me. So I let them fall, instead looking up at his face.
He reached down to pick up the stuff he had left on the ground. "Do you want these?" he asked nervously, holding them out to me. I smiled, taking the water.
"Can you take the pills out? I don't think I have the strength right now to open it." I gestured lightly towards the bottle in his hand and he looked down at it like he had momentarily forgotten that it was there. His hand reached over and squeezed the bottle open as he raised it up to eye level in order to read the proper dosage. Once the top was off he reached in and pulled out the proper amount, handing them too me. I popped them in my mouth, grimaced at the horrible taste (had I expected anything but), and took a large gulp of water.
He stood, taking the bottle of pain killers to go and put it away. Right before he left the room I said, "I forget your name. I have a feeling you told me, since you knew mine."
He turned around, smiling. "Toby. Toby Turner."