Misaki was lying remotely helpless on the frozen concrete while pools of velvet red blood created themselves around her. Her hands and face grow cold, her vision became cloudy and skin started to lose its tan pigment. Misaki reached her right hand over to her left side to try and decrease the bleeding from the sudden wound. She no longer felt the pain, but she did feel the warmth from the blood draining through her fingers. Misaki thought to herself, just bare it and stand; it does not hurt as bad as you are thinking.
Misaki used the remaining strength in her left arm and attempted to raise herself. As she rose off the ground her arm suddenly gave out from beneath her and she plummeted to the ground, splashing the red water along her side. Her long dark brown hair began to become drenched in the liquid causing her head to feel heavy. Misaki had made the decision to continue lying on the ground and to try to relax with the hopes someone would soon come and find her in her darkest hour.
While she laid on the rough ground, gripping her side and in a daze, she looked at the night sky to help clear her cluttered mind. The moonlight shimmered in her hazel eyes while they slowly shut and Misaki feel unconscious. Her pulse got wiry, and her arm feels limp. Misaki was now relying on the moonlight to save her.
Meanwhile, in a household a little bit away, its members were lively and active. Aiko walked in the kitchen of the home aggressively, going directly toward to the refrigerator. She swung the door open quickly scanning the empty shelves that only had bottles of water and empty take out boxes. She slammed the door, and had created a loud bang.
The startling noise made Weslie feel obligated to leave from showering in the bathroom to the living room. As Weslie entered the room he was trying to button his lose white shirt. Once he raised his head from his chest he noticed the angry facial expression on Aiko’s face.
“Umm . . . Aiko are you alright?” Weslie said while he began to wash the dirty dishes on the sink.
“It is Seth, he did not pick up the groceries like he was told. What is up with that guy, he can’t seem to get anything done?!” yelled Aiko. She crossed her arms ruffling her baggy orange crop top that expose her stomach from below her chest to below her belly button as she leaned along the cabinets. She closed her eyes and titled her head toward the ground still raising her eyebrows creating a disappointed look.
“I am sure he has a reasonable reason. Here, I will go with you, I have to pick up a couple things as well.” Weslie told Aiko in a positive ton to help lower her temper level.
Just as she became relax Seth walked in the room running his fingers through his bright blond hair. He was groggy and only left one golden eye open in order to watch where he was stepping. A scared look grow on Weslie’s face. Wesie thought, please do not say anything, do not say anything dumb, Aiko is mad, Aiko please do not notice him.
Aiko had noticed the drastic change in Weslie’s expression, as she turned her head, Seth murmured “Where is dinner Aiko? I am starving!”
The room was so quiet you were almost able to hear the heartbeat of the people in the room. And suddenly Akio picked up the dishes cleaned by Weslie and through them at Seth repeatedly. Seth tried to dodge the flying ceramic when Aiko began to shout, “Where is dinner?! Well I do not know?! Since you were the one responsible for food tonight! And now Weslie and I have to go out at nearly midnight to buy something to eat!”
Weslie quickly grabbed Aiko trying to get her to stop throwing the dishes. “Aiko, stop! You are creating a big mess, and you broke all the clean dishes!” he yelled trying to contain the squirming girl.
“I do not care Wes, he needs to die! We can just make him clean it up! Come on, can you let go of me please!”
Aiko stopped fighting Weslie and relaxed, “Wes, please let go.”
“So, can we leave now?” Weslie asked.
“Yes.” Aiko replied with a sigh and Weslie released her. “But dumbass over there is cleaning up this mess.”
Weslie and Aiko left the house to go get the groceries Seth neglected to buy while Seth swept up the mess.
Once the shopping was done Weslie and Aiko carried their bags and walked through a pathway hidden behind the trees. They both carried brown paper bags with fruits and bread popping out the tops. The two walked determined to get back home to eat. While they were walking something had caught Weslie’s eye. It was not moving, but it did not look as it was an animal.
“Um . . . Aiko, do you see something in that direction?” Weslie asked nervous of her Aiko’s answer while he pointed ahead of himself.
“Do you mean that dark thing on the ground, I have been staring at it the whole walk, but I figured it was a dog sleeping or something.” Aiko started to squint her eyes at the alien object. “Should we go look at it? I am curious now I know I am not the only one to see it?”
“Alright, but be careful and do not touch it” Weslie whispered as he took a step backwards.
“Oh no, you are coming with me.” Aiko said with a smile, she moved the bags to one arm and used her free hand to push Weslie in the objects direction.
The two dragged their feet cautiously to the figure, once close enough they realized what it had been, a young girl who appeared to be around their age. Tears started to fill Aiko’s eyes and her mind filled with sadness. Weslie dropped the bags, and stared for a second before he reached to her neck seeking a pulse.
“Weslie, stop!” Aiko shouted at Weslie “Do not touch it!”
“What if she is alive? We cannot leave her here!” Weslie shouted back.
Aiko looked in the other direction, as more tear streamed down her face.
Weslie reached his fingers to her neck. He felt a weak pulse in the tips of his fingers.
“She is still alive, we should take her back, and maybe Emer can help her!” Weslie said putting his arm around the left side of her body. “Aiko, help me!”
Aiko set her bags down and wrapped her arms around the girls other side. The blood from her wound bleed on Weslie’s white shirt, making his side warm. They continued to walk in the night back to the household, losing the food and gaining a warm body.