I walked slowly down the dimly lit city street, become engulfed in the feeling of the breeze. My mind wondered as I stared at the signs and the rapidly blinking lights. The fluorescent glow illuminated the dark street as I passed the alley ways where there was most likely a drug deal happening. It was cold. It was freezing. I had forgotten my scarf in the apartment, back where I was trying to avoid. My parents were having another argument, and I slipped out while they were. I never knew if it ever got physical or not… But I wasn’t ready to know who hit who. I smiled as I looked ahead, seeing a kitten and its mother laying in a box that was set out for them. I stroked the kitten, and the mother growled at me, but I responded by opening my coat and spritzing some whipped cream into the corner of the box. It was the perfect gift, because she purred and ate it quickly. I picked up her kitten, and smiled, putting it in my inner jacket to warm her. The mother slipped under too, and they both cuddled under the warmth. I would have to come back and visit some time. She cuddled her kitten, and I took off my coat and laid it over the box to keep them warm. I took the rest of the whipped cream, and gave it to the next homeless man on the block. I asked him if he would share with the others, and he nodded, his eyes stung with tears.
I heard a shout from down the street, and he grabbed my arm, making me freak out when I looked at him. He stared into my eyes, a look of a wary soldier in them.
“Be careful miss, bad men are out tonight…” I nodded, thanked him for his warning and ran. He stared at me as I ran until I was gone. I looked around, ignoring the cold biting my body. I let out a breath, and then ran through it, looking around.
I saw a woman struggling with keeping her purse from a man. I charged at him and launched my body into his side, knocking him off to his side. He yelled, and I started kicking him in the legs and head. I shouted and kicked, and the woman looked at me like I was crazy. I just continued to kick him and fight and, and the more I did, the more I shouted. He was curled up to protect his head, and I was letting out all the anger I could possibly let out. The woman was covering her mouth in fear.
Shock filled my body, and I was dazed by what was happening. I shook my head.
“Call the police lady! Hurry!” I snatched his knife and sat on his hands, growling. As he tried to get up, and over power me, the woman pulled me up off him and ran, dragging me by my arm. The man's knife was still in my hand, and I became frantic. I threw it into a dumpster and we took off. I was freaking out, silently running behind this woman. I noticed her hair- it was dyed. It was the pastel colors of the rainbow. Was she trans? No she wasn’t. I mentally shamed myself for being rude. However, I hadn’t even been talking aloud though, so I was freaking out a little for no reason. I felt my knees weaken for a moment at the thought of my next realization, a small blush spreading across my face. She held my hands and let me go, panting. We were in front of a traffic light. She pressed the walk button and it started to count down from 15 down to one. I looked both ways before we crossed, and there were the distant lights of a bus a bit down the road. We’d be able to make it across before then. The blinking walk sign came up, and I looked at her, ready to continue walking. She was far far to winded to move quickly, so I just gently pushed her across the street, the bus seeming to slip my mind. A few moments after we had almost made it across the street, I felt a little light headed, seeing a bright light to my right.
It all happened far to fast for me to recall. I was standing in one spot on the road, and the next I was meters from the spot I was in, with the girl. Like my body was still there, but something pushed my soul out. The sensation was foggy, and all I remember was a hard time breathing, and a hard time thinking clearly. The woman hunched over me, screaming something, and there was another blurry face to my right, with the lights meters away. I felt my body becoming colder, and my vision fading into black. The last thing I wanted was this. THe last thing I wanted was to fade yet. I felt something cold grab my hand, and I used my weak mind to grip it. It felt like a hand. I grunted and tried to hold on, and stay alive. It dawned on me that I was going to die here. I couldn’t hold on. I slowly moved my weak body into position to reach into my pocket. I gasped out and felt a liquid drip down my cheek. It was thicker than water, and felt strange to trickle. I felt the darkness fade in more, and when I looked up, I felt my heart ache, seeing the tears of the woman I had saved. She leaned down, and whispered something into my ear, about holding on for as long as possible. I heaved in a breath, which made the darkness go away. But it hurt. I let out a low sound of pain, panting. I couldn’t feel my heartbeat. It was getting sparse. I sucked a breath in. She kept telling me to breath, and the more she did, the more I tried. I just couldn’t do it. The blackness became the only thing I saw, and the darkness became the only focus of my vision. If I still had it. I slipped away from the cold, and into the deep blackness that expanded forever in all directions. It was time to rest, I felt. It was time to close my eyes and just relax. Sleep. Ignore the worries I felt my heart stop, and the last breath of my body. I heard the last whisper of the woman next to my head, as she whispered for me to rest well.