[Hazu]

She was horrified. The blood dripped slowly from her wound. she didnt know if she would live or die. She felt the fluid, red substance falling from her side. she never knew a pain like this. She looked at the street sign; 11th street; She stared at it. memorized it. thought of whether or not it would be the place she died. She winced. It was an intense, powerful flame in her side; her heart hastened; she thought of him instantly of him; the boy; pain and remorse filled her heart. What if she never got to apologize to him? what if these were her last moments?

Her mind turned to their first meeting; she dropped her books in the hall, and he tried to help her pick them up, eagerly. She was new at the school; she knew no one. he exchanged some kind words with her and they took their leave of each oth---

another surge of intense pain filled her side. she winced. she lifted her hand from her side and saw the blood flowing just as heavily as earlier.

She knew she couldnt think of the situation at hand. she brought her mind back to the boy. their second meeting.

She had 3 of her 6 classes with him; They talked often, and he was kind to her. They became extremely close. He never had a disparaging word towards her; he always treated her with kindness and affection.

She began to wonder if she made the right choice in choosing to think of him. The pain from the knowledge she had of what she had done was almost as powerful as that which had been done to her. she thought of the past few minutes, (or hours; she had lost track). The man, carrying the knife, demanding her money; stabbing her sharply in the side when she refused...

Fear gripped her heart. She decided to turn back to the boy.

She remembered that morning. She had been trying to spend less and less time with him the last few weeks; She was quickly becoming popular, and he was a bit of an outcast. Then, this morning, he seemed rather different in their homeroom class. nervous. She asked him what was wrong after class. He bit his lip timidly; (Oh, how she loved that about him); he then told her in a quiet, shaky voice that he loved her. He had fallen deeply, deeply in love with her, and he hoped that she would feel the same. She was shocked. Not by the fact that he liked her, but by the fact that she felt the same. she was even a bit afraid of the feeling; she coldly rejected him, calling him a weirdo. he had been crying.

The girl was now bawling. she realized what she had done; how she had alienated the boy; lost her only friend...

She picked up her phone; She knew now that it was too late. She was probably going to die, unless a miracle occurred. She dialed the boys number; number one on her speed dial; He picked up the phone in a shaky voice; She could tell he had been crying, bringing another surge of pain to her heart. She cried; Told him that she was sorry for everything she had done; That she loved him, more than life; More than anything on earth. The boy could feel the sadness in her voice. He whispered quietly that he forgave her. That he loved her too. She asked where he was; he said 11th street, taking his nightly walk.

She heard footsteps; She called out, crying for help; The footsteps hastened. She soon felt a warm hand on her back; A gentle brush wiped away the mix of rain and tears from her face; She saw what was, to her, the most beautiful face in the world. She felt comforted; He picked her up, in a worried voice told her everything would be ok, running, carrying her to a place of safety; She knew everything would be ok. everything began fading, as she heard the soft patter of raindrops dripping upon the soft, damp ground; The bleeding had stilled; scabbed over; she passed out, and everything faded to black, as she heard his soft, gentle, reassuring voice; She knew it would be ok. She had gotten her miracle