Loneliness H.S

Chapter Two

I am thrown to the ground with my face first. It doesn't necessarily hurt, or maybe it does, but I'm just in too much shock to pay attention to it. I pull myself up fast, and look around me like a maniac, turning my head in every direction possible. When I don't see anything I can feel my body relax a bit. Now that I'm not freaking out as much I can feel the pain from the fall, it doesn't hurt that much, but it hurts enough to make me want to just stand here for a moment.

What I have done... Yeah exactly, what the hell have I done! where am I supposed to sleep? How will I get food? I don't even know the way out of this damn forest!

My mind not thinking clear makes me turn around and run with every power in my body straight into the shield hoping it will break or I will fall through, so I can go back to my bench, and rooftop, but I end up just hitting my head and falling on my back on the ground.

"Ouch... that's got to hurt." I turn my head fast in panic, but since my head just hit something hard everything starts to spin for a second, I put a hand against my head trying to stop the spinning, and when it stops I finally look up.

Before me stands a boy not much older than myself. His hair is the sweet color of chocolate brown. It's curly, but not too curly they are more like locks, and it reaches down to his shoulders. His hair compliments his features well, making me wish he never decides on cutting it. His eyes are a shade of light green, and at the moment full of amusement directed towards me and my fall. His jawline is sharp and defined. His skin is nicely tanned, making his lips stand out as they are a good mix of pink and red, but the pink color is clearly dominant.

He is wearing black skinny jeans that look too tight, and a plain white t-shirt that hugs his muscles in just the right way. I can see some of his tattoos through the shirt, but not that clearly. The ones on his arm though I can see perfectly fine, a ship, a rose, an anchor, a heart, but this one isn't the form of typical cliche heart, it is a tattoo of the real human heart. There is a lot more than only those, believe me, but those are some of the ones that stand out. He also has on a pair of brown worn out boots on. I can't deny the fact that he is attractive, but something tells me he already knows that.

"Are you alright?" His words snap me out of my trance, too caught up in taking him in, I quickly look down and blush hoping he wouldn't notice. After calming myself down trying to get rid of the blush on my cheeks I finally look up to meet his eyes. I notice a dimple at the corner of his mouth, visible because of the smirk on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I huff standing up and brushing off the grass and dirt that has landed on my clothes. I adjust the shirt that hangs around my waist, so I look somewhat presentable again.

"What's your name, love?" I tense a little at his choice of words, but I just brush that off too, along with the rest of the dirt on my clothes. I notice the British accent, getting thicker as he speaks at a very slow tempo.

"Mina," I answer quietly. I finally stop brushing myself off and look back up at him. Who is to no surprise already looking at me. He still looks rather amused, and it is starting to get on my last nerve "What?" I snarl at him. Hoping he will get the point that I am not in the mood to be messed with.

He shakes his head a little looking down, but the curls don't move an inch when he does so. "Oh, nothing. It's just that it's not a very usual name, is it?" He is taking his time with each word, making me feel comfortable talking to him, the conversation not being too loud or quiet, just slow and comfortable.

"No, No it's not. What about you? what's your name?"

"Tell me your full name, and I will tell you mine." He doesn't make it sound like a question, more like an order of some sort, which I don't like. I hate being told what to do, but I'm not really in the mood to fight with a stranger right now, so I just decide to ignore it for now.

"Mina Thatcher," I answer. I have a middle name too, but I'm not really a fan of it, and I don't use it that often, so I decided to leave that part out.

"No, it isn't." He says staring intensely at me and moves a little closer. He doesn't seem like the type to like people lying to him. I'm not exactly lying; I am just leaving a minor detail out.

"Yes, it is. Are you calling me a liar?" I ask raising my eyebrows, and crossing my arms over my chest.

He mimics my actions and takes another step closer. There isn't that much space between us now, so I take one big step backward. "No I'm just saying you're leaving something out, and that something being your middle name." He looks at me amused when he sees me struggling to find something to say, so he speaks up again "Fine then you won't get to know mine."

"Are you serious?" I ask a little shocked over how wrapped up he is getting over not knowing a middle name. I told him my first name that should be enough.

"Dead serious." He says chuckling a little to himself as if what he said is ironic. He is just being childish now, and he knows that he is winding me up, and pushing my buttons.

I notice he is holding a book in his right hand. It is a brown letter book, with a brown rope around it keeping it closed. He hasn't noticed that I am watching the book yet. As I look closer I see some letters. It seems like a name, but I can barely read it. It looks like Ha..r..r, but I can't make out the last letter, but as he turns to look behind him probably thinking I am looking at something there I can finally see the last letter, which is y. So his name is Harry I assume.

"You know now that I think about I don't really need to know your name," I say sounding like I can't care less about our little conversation.

"Why?" He looks at me confused, wondering why I just suddenly changed my mind.

"Don't know just doesn't seem that interesting to me." I pick up my backpack and pull one strap over my right shoulder, and starts to walk away towards the forest, away from him.

"Wait! Where are you going?" He asks looking at me making my way into the forest.

I look over my shoulder at him and answer "Don't know yet. Bye Harry." I turn my head forward again but stops when I spot Harry standing right in front of me. I jump back in surprise. How?

"How did you know my name?" He sounds surprised and curious all at the same time. He walks even closer to me if that's even possible. I move backward trying to keep as much distance between us as possible, still a little in shock over what just happened.

"I-I just looked at your book, a-and there was a name written on it, so I just guessed that it was y-yours." By now Harry's body is pushing my back up against the shield. Each time he takes a breath his chest heaves against mine, and a small wind is blown at my face, smelling like mint.

He doesn't really reply to what I said, instead he just says "God, your stupid." His eyes suddenly turn a much darker color as he stares into mine. I can feel chills run up and down my spine as my brain has stopped and can't even make out one single thought.

"What?" I ask not really getting what he is referring to.

"Crossing the border for some stupid reason, and now you can't go back." He says in a raspier voice than before, and it is starting to scare me. By now his face was only centimeters away from mine, and my breath got stuck in my throat. My heart started beating faster, so loud I swear even he could hear it beating. He moved closer to my ear, his lips brushed softly against my cheek on the way. I close my eyes trying to control my heartbeat. "Especially when there's a demon out here," he whispers quietly, and I can literally hear the smirk on his lips as he speaks. I open my eyes again, but when I opened them he is gone.

What just happened? Was he even here, or am I just imagining things. If he really was here shouldn't there have been gossip in town that someone crossed the border before I did? There is only one other person who crossed the border before I did... My whole body shakes in fright as I finally realize that the brown hair, the green-eyed boy is indeed the demon. He had to be, and it explains the disappearing. Harry... why does his name sound so familiar? Why didn't he kill me? He didn't seem scary until he backed me up against this thing.

I can't just stay here. I have to start walking, and find a way out of here, and quick.

I have been walking for an hour or more I don't know, I feel like I have been walking in circles, and I swear this forest is never-ending. I stop and look around me trying to find some direction, but my eyes go wide as I see something in the distance looking like a house, I start to run towards it feeling like my body will give up any minute. As I get close I walk straight up to the door and knock on it. When my hand makes contact with the door, it opens slightly before I open it completely. I stop and take a look inside. I can see a living room, something that looks like a kitchen in the room behind the living room, and a staircase to my right.

Even though it's summer at the moment it is really cold outside as the night is starting to make an appearance. The fireplace in the living room is lit so why not sit here for a little while. It doesn't seem to be someone here at the moment.

I walk inside and pick up a pillow from the couch, lay it down on the carpet in front of the fireplace, so I have something to sit on and rub my hands against each other trying to get them warm again. I just sit here for a moment enjoying the heat, not really thinking.

Then I hear the voice I fear more than anything at the moment "Well, hello again there, love."

Again I can practically hear the smirk forming on his lips. I turn my head slowly to be met by exactly the same green eyes from earlier. "So what brings you here?" He makes his way over to me while speaking. He picks up his own pillow on the way over and put it down beside me.

If he is who I think he is I don't exactly want to be near him so I didn't answer and push myself a little further away from him. Not so far that the heat from the fire can't reach me, cause it's still cold.

"I know that you have figured out who I am by now, but you don't have to be afraid of me. I won't hurt you." He says reassuringly. He sits with his legs crossed, his arms leaning on his knees, as he plays with his hands. He doesn't look up at me after talking, he just keeps on nervously playing with his hands.

"And how do I know you're telling the truth?" I ask and raise my eyebrows at him. If he can't even look me in the eyes and say it how am I supposed to believe him? He is completely fine earlier, and then he just lashed out, how do I know he won't do that again?

"You don't. I guess you just have to take my word for it then." He says this time looking at me. I'm going to say no but he cuts me of "You can't say no either way because you and I both know you don't know your way around this forest, and you don't have a place to stay." He says pointing out the obvious. He has a point, but I don't trust him at all I just need a place to stay, at least for tonight.

"Fine. However, I don't trust you, so are you really going to let me stay here?" He looks down and furrows his eyebrows together as if he is concentrating. It gets quiet, I look into the fireplace leaving him to think, as I watch the flames dance as they warm up the house.

After a while, he looks up again "Yeah I am. It could be nice with a little company, you know." It catches me a little off guard by his words, not expecting someone like him to admit something like that, but I also very much admire his honesty. "But I have a catch."

"And what might that be?" I ask getting a feeling that this really can't be good.

"Well, I don't know anything about you except for your name so you have to tell me some things about yourself then you can stay here. Because I'm not going to live with a total stranger." He smiles at me. It isn't a mocking or amusing smile. It is a genuine smile, and it suits him well.

"Okay that seems fair, but you have to tell me something about you to." I know I'm not exactly in the position to negotiate, but he intrigued me, and I want to get to know as much about him as possible.

He raises his eyebrows at me "That wasn't a part of the deal." He doesn't look mad; he looks more uncomfortable. I understand since he has been alone for quite some time, so I guess it's hard to open up to someone just like that.

"Well, now it is," I say confidently.

"Okay, okay fine. Just because I feel like being nice today." He laughs a little making this seem like a light subject for him but I know he wants to talk to someone for a change, and I know exactly how that feels.