Taylor
I walk and walk going to where i always go when this happens. I get to the park, my one green eye stings more than it ever has before. I take out my guitar and close my eyes. I let the music flow over me. I finally open my eyes again and see its already dark. I look around and see a guy standing there just staring.
“I have a weapon” I say stupidly. Of course I didn’t bring a weapon. I guess at that moment the guy in the darkness realized I didn’t really have one because at that moment he came into the little light that the lamp post. To my surprise I fall back and land in my guitar case , until that moment i didn't realize there was money in it. The guy bends down to what i hope is to help me up. All I could think was dad I will see you in hell.
I take his hand and he helps me up. I can finally see what he looks like. He looks like hes about my age (16 or 17). He has dark brown hair almost black. He started to say something but I guess he thought better of it.
There were a few minutes of silence so i finally said something, "are you new here?" Here everyone knows each other its a small town.
"Yep I moved from Mesa Arizona."
"That Explains a lot, you cant get a tan hear at Old Orchard Beach in the dead of winter" He chuckled.
"I guess you're right. It's pretty chilly here. I'm Mason" He says scratching his neck probably thinking if that was a good idea.
"I'm Taylor." I say as I see a look of relief on his face. At that moment I look down and see we are still hand in hand.
