Destined to save them all

8 What was that

Sebastians' POV

What the hell was that?

I'm absolutely saturated when I wake up falling off my bed. I wait for the excruciating pain to hit me but it doesn't. I grab at my ribs and press. Nothing. I start touching my face only to realise both my eyes are open and I can clearly see everything. No scratches or bruises. What the hell happened. No way that could have been real. s**t like that doesn't happen. I hope I didnt piss myself, nah doesn't smell like pee and I doubt I would be covered from head to toe.

I don't do drugs so I know I wasn't tripping. That was some crazy s**t. What the f**k were those animals and who was that girl? Where the hell was I?

I get up strip my bed and clothes. I glance at the clock and realise its time to get ready for school. I go grab a shower and throw on some jeans and a black shirt. Maybe the girl was someone from school. I couldn't see her face but maybe that's why she was in my dream from someone I see at school.

The walk to school seems shorter then normal but I guess I just have things on my mind. All I can think about is that girl. She was about a foot shorter then me. She was hot. If only I could have seen her face. I need to find her. I doubt she had the same dream. s**t like that doesn't happen. We live in the real world not some make believe s**t.

I look everywhere at school and don't find anyone that could be her. I dont know where else to look. The whole day was a waste of time, I didn't pay attention in any of my classes. I should have just stayed home. Maybe I will find her tomorrow.

After school I have to help old Mr Jefferson fix his fence so I take the long way home past the local park, past the library to the hardware shop to pick up his nails and paint.

I arrive at Mr Jefferson with 5 minutes to spare he is already waiting for me when I arrive. He is about 70 thinning grey hair he is fairly solid for an old man he was a carpenter back in the day and says he had all the women lining up around the block. But he only had eyes for his Margaret. He likes to keep busy since she past so any excuse to fix or paint he takes it. We get to work replacing the old broken palings with new ones. He holds it in place i do the nailing, we both do the painting he chose red said it was Margaret's favourite colour. the whole thing takes about 2 hours. Wasnt much to fix but he does like to have a chat not that I minded he is actually a really nice man. We actually have a few things in common.

"Thanks for helping me boy. I wouldn't have been able to get it done with out you. The old knees aren't what they use to be. Here is some money for your time"

He hands me an envelope and tells me to open it later once I get home and cleaned up.

"Your welcome Mr Jefferson you know I'm happy to help with anything you need." I think he is more lonely then actually needing my help. He doesnt show any signs of his knees actually playing up.

I head home to clean up and hope that that asshole isn't home so I dont have to deal with his s**t tonight.