'Why does all the bad luck always seem to come my way? Why does everyone around me end up in danger?'
I was in agony, desperate, clutching onto Mrs. Miller's hand. But Neil was quicker, pulling her back from the steps in an instant.
I froze in terror, drenched in cold sweat, barely able to stand as my legs gave out beneath me.
I couldn't handle it. I didn't want to see anyone in danger, especially those close to me.
Maybe it was the look of sheer panic on my face, but Neil didn't get mad at me. He first reassured his mom and then turned to me.
Neil didn't blame me. His steady gaze calmed the fear rising in my chest.
"Thank you for what you did," Neil said, his voice steady, though I could tell he had been shaken up, too.
I was just relieved he didn't lay the blame on me. After all t
