Something strange
Chapter 2 Daniel
I got off work early that day and a good thing I did – 16.05. There were barely two hours left. Two hours to meet my new girlfriend, eat late lunch in an overly crouded restaurant, get my car back from the shop and drive home, to the suburbs. So much to do so little time... but I had to make it. I had no choice.
As I walked past a shop window I cought a glimpse of my reflection. I looked quite good, but it didn't feel like I was looking at myself. Just last year I was such a different person... But this was my life now. This was me now. I'm the luckiest man on earth. I should be happy. So why do I feel I'm not where I'm supposed to be?
There was a big crash coused by a drunk driver where the main roads crossed and the police had cleared the airia. I had to find another way across and my only thought was - "Damn drunkies, wasting my damn time." I looked at my watch again and decided to take an alternate path, thinking I still had a little time to spare and it would still be quicker that this. Caroline is a patient person after all...
After about a mere five minutes of walking I heard a strange sound somewhere near and stopped. It kind of sounded like crying but muffled like someone was covering the crying persons mouth. On normal sercomstanses I would have just walked on, but something held me that day and I started to move in the direction of the sour full cry.
It was a girl. A high schooler I guess. She was sitting in a bus stop and with her face in her hands uncontrolably weeping. Large long locks of dyed blond hair were falling on her hands and resting on her knees and the bench she was sitting on. The view was somehow heartbreaking. I'm not the kind of person to talk to strangers on the street. I'm not the kind to help someone I don't know, but it was so natural when I walked up to her and asked what's wrong. She looked at me a little scared. I didn't think she would answer, especially when it looked like she had trouble even breathing, but a surprisingly soft and calm voice said:
- I'm fine. Life is just so short...
This answer cought me off guard. I was very aware of the way life works... One day you're absolutely fine, the next your dying... I knew what that meant, but it made me realize something...
- Yeah, I guess it is. But that's what makes it special.
She smiled for a second, tears and water from her nose running down her face. She wiped it all on her jacket and sat in silence for a few minutes looking at her boot like shoes. There was something sweet about this girl, not regarding her lack of maners. She reminded me a bit of myself... I bet I looked the same way just last year...
- I'm really okay. – suddenly she spoke and I looked at her still let down face. As she rose her head to look at me I noticed she had hazel eyes. - Thank you, for staying beside me.
I recovered from my short daze and wanted to say that I was just passing by and I couldn't just ignore a crying girl, but then I realized that could make her a little uncomfortable. Who knows maybe I'm a pedofile? What kind of man stalks crying women? I decided to tell her that I was waiting for a bus, that she wasn't the main reason I stopped here. Her reaction to the bus part cracked me up. It looked like she just realized where she was. I guess getting here wasn't her plan either. Then curiosity got the best of me and I asked why was she here, but that only coused her previously modest but somehow positive expression to change to a sour one again. I didn't want her to be sad again.
- No matter. Uh, what's your name?
The question snapped her out of it and I was for some reason really curious to get an answer. She told me that the crash I saw earlier was the reason for her tears and I could completely understand... I felt a little bad for just walking by mad that something like that happened... It was a terrible waste of human life.
Her name was Luna and it suited her pretty well. She was misterious like the moon she was named after. I can't say she was the cutest girl I've ever seen, but the light in her eyes said that she was even better. Something in me didin't want to let her go just yet, something wanted to know more about this strange crying girl. But after I entrodused myself she suddenly sprung up and ran away after thanking me again for keeping her company.
I sat there frozen for a sec, didn't realizing what just happened. Did I do something wrong? Did I go out of line? I wanted to chase her, but stopped myself when I realized that would be really unapropriat. "Wait, I have a girlfriend now." After about a minute passed I looked at my watch. 17.05. An hour left. Even if she was patiant, Caroline probobly went home already. Well eve if she is still there I didn't have time for that date either, just needed to pick up the car and get home. I acted like a total douche and texted her to say I wasn't coming and got up. Then I noticed a dark shape lying on the ground. It was a school bag. "Is it hers?" I lifted it of the ground and opened the main compartment. As I thought, there was a wallet in there and inside it a student ID. Luna Wolfheart 1999.09.19 The "Freedom" gymnasium. I could tell it was her from the ID photo. In it the large locks of hair were tied into a ponytail and rested on a shoulder complimenting her heart shaped jawline. Only brefly accented eyes were quite warm and created a perfect combo with a crooked small smile. I bet she thought she forgot how to smile at that moment.
I felt a little happy that our interaction didn't end so easily. I had to get this bag back to her, but not now. I didn't have time now, not to mention I had no idea where she lived. I put the wallet back where I found it and bag in hand took of in the direction of the car shop.
It was 17.59 when reached the driveway and stopped at the garage door. The brown leather schoolbag was resting in the seat beside me. The garage door automaticly opened with a push of a button and I drove inside. Just at that minute my phone rang. The text on the screen said "GF". It was Caroline. I guess she just saw my text. I decided to ignore it. I didn't really think we would work out from the start. She just seemed like an interesting person at the time. Besides she's the one that asked me out. "I'll call her back tomorow". I silenced the phone, got out of the car, closed the door, took the rucksack with me and proseeded to go inside my house. 18.04.
- Cutting it close there buddy. – that was Michael. The voice. He talked only to me. Only inside my house. Only when there was no one around. The voice that somehow saved my life.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Girl trouble?
I grimased and sat down on the sofa. Waiting. 18.05. It didn't hurt... the "transformation", not anymore, aldough, I guess, it looked quite painful. Everything became a blurr, my arms and legs got shorter, head smaller, nose longer, my eyesight wasn't in tip top shape like before. I got weeker. Only three things about me never changed: my eyes, my mind and my voice. Everything else will change again come tomorow morning...
Chapter 2 Daniel
I got off work early that day and a good thing I did – 16.05. There were barely two hours left. Two hours to meet my new girlfriend, eat late lunch in an overly crouded restaurant, get my car back from the shop and drive home, to the suburbs. So much to do so little time... but I had to make it. I had no choice.
As I walked past a shop window I cought a glimpse of my reflection. I looked quite good, but it didn't feel like I was looking at myself. Just last year I was such a different person... But this was my life now. This was me now. I'm the luckiest man on earth. I should be happy. So why do I feel I'm not where I'm supposed to be?
There was a big crash coused by a drunk driver where the main roads crossed and the police had cleared the airia. I had to find another way across and my only thought was - "Damn drunkies, wasting my damn time." I looked at my watch again and decided to take an alternate path, thinking I still had a little time to spare and it would still be quicker that this. Caroline is a patient person after all...
After about a mere five minutes of walking I heard a strange sound somewhere near and stopped. It kind of sounded like crying but muffled like someone was covering the crying persons mouth. On normal sercomstanses I would have just walked on, but something held me that day and I started to move in the direction of the sour full cry.
It was a girl. A high schooler I guess. She was sitting in a bus stop and with her face in her hands uncontrolably weeping. Large long locks of dyed blond hair were falling on her hands and resting on her knees and the bench she was sitting on. The view was somehow heartbreaking. I'm not the kind of person to talk to strangers on the street. I'm not the kind to help someone I don't know, but it was so natural when I walked up to her and asked what's wrong. She looked at me a little scared. I didn't think she would answer, especially when it looked like she had trouble even breathing, but a surprisingly soft and calm voice said:
- I'm fine. Life is just so short...
This answer cought me off guard. I was very aware of the way life works... One day you're absolutely fine, the next your dying... I knew what that meant, but it made me realize something...
- Yeah, I guess it is. But that's what makes it special.
She smiled for a second, tears and water from her nose running down her face. She wiped it all on her jacket and sat in silence for a few minutes looking at her boot like shoes. There was something sweet about this girl, not regarding her lack of maners. She reminded me a bit of myself... I bet I looked the same way just last year...
- I'm really okay. – suddenly she spoke and I looked at her still let down face. As she rose her head to look at me I noticed she had hazel eyes. - Thank you, for staying beside me.
I recovered from my short daze and wanted to say that I was just passing by and I couldn't just ignore a crying girl, but then I realized that could make her a little uncomfortable. Who knows maybe I'm a pedofile? What kind of man stalks crying women? I decided to tell her that I was waiting for a bus, that she wasn't the main reason I stopped here. Her reaction to the bus part cracked me up. It looked like she just realized where she was. I guess getting here wasn't her plan either. Then curiosity got the best of me and I asked why was she here, but that only coused her previously modest but somehow positive expression to change to a sour one again. I didn't want her to be sad again.
- No matter. Uh, what's your name?
The question snapped her out of it and I was for some reason really curious to get an answer. She told me that the crash I saw earlier was the reason for her tears and I could completely understand... I felt a little bad for just walking by mad that something like that happened... It was a terrible waste of human life.
Her name was Luna and it suited her pretty well. She was misterious like the moon she was named after. I can't say she was the cutest girl I've ever seen, but the light in her eyes said that she was even better. Something in me didin't want to let her go just yet, something wanted to know more about this strange crying girl. But after I entrodused myself she suddenly sprung up and ran away after thanking me again for keeping her company.
I sat there frozen for a sec, didn't realizing what just happened. Did I do something wrong? Did I go out of line? I wanted to chase her, but stopped myself when I realized that would be really unapropriat. "Wait, I have a girlfriend now." After about a minute passed I looked at my watch. 17.05. An hour left. Even if she was patiant, Caroline probobly went home already. Well eve if she is still there I didn't have time for that date either, just needed to pick up the car and get home. I acted like a total douche and texted her to say I wasn't coming and got up. Then I noticed a dark shape lying on the ground. It was a school bag. "Is it hers?" I lifted it of the ground and opened the main compartment. As I thought, there was a wallet in there and inside it a student ID. Luna Wolfheart 1999.09.19 The "Freedom" gymnasium. I could tell it was her from the ID photo. In it the large locks of hair were tied into a ponytail and rested on a shoulder complimenting her heart shaped jawline. Only brefly accented eyes were quite warm and created a perfect combo with a crooked small smile. I bet she thought she forgot how to smile at that moment.
I felt a little happy that our interaction didn't end so easily. I had to get this bag back to her, but not now. I didn't have time now, not to mention I had no idea where she lived. I put the wallet back where I found it and bag in hand took of in the direction of the car shop.
It was 17.59 when reached the driveway and stopped at the garage door. The brown leather schoolbag was resting in the seat beside me. The garage door automaticly opened with a push of a button and I drove inside. Just at that minute my phone rang. The text on the screen said "GF". It was Caroline. I guess she just saw my text. I decided to ignore it. I didn't really think we would work out from the start. She just seemed like an interesting person at the time. Besides she's the one that asked me out. "I'll call her back tomorow". I silenced the phone, got out of the car, closed the door, took the rucksack with me and proseeded to go inside my house. 18.04.
- Cutting it close there buddy. – that was Michael. The voice. He talked only to me. Only inside my house. Only when there was no one around. The voice that somehow saved my life.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Girl trouble?
I grimased and sat down on the sofa. Waiting. 18.05. It didn't hurt... the "transformation", not anymore, aldough, I guess, it looked quite painful. Everything became a blurr, my arms and legs got shorter, head smaller, nose longer, my eyesight wasn't in tip top shape like before. I got weeker. Only three things about me never changed: my eyes, my mind and my voice. Everything else will change again come tomorow morning...
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