As I walk I think about the funny idea that Jorge was somehow a hero with magical powers, and that because he had saved me before, he could have saved me again. I conclude that people like that don’t exist and that Jorge couldn’t have been the one to save me. So, if not Jorge then who?

A flashback of the orange guy comes to mind. ‘It couldn’t be him… could it? I mean technically he did save me. Maybe he’s someone who would be able to help because he’s strong and could put up a fight against a monster like Bullfrog?’

At this point I have been walking really slow, not only because of my leg but because I was in deep thought. I notice that the sun has begun to go down, I quicken my pace and I see a bus stop coming up and decide to check the times. Since there is one coming soon, I decide to sit again and wait. When I sit, I feel that my leg feels very relieved. It’s throbbing. Maybe this time I wont have a choice but to wait regardless of how long the bus takes. I need to give my leg a rest.

15 minutes pass and it is now 4:30pm, I begin to count time, ‘Let’s see, I got out of school at 2:15pm, and it is now 4:30pm. That means that in 1 hour and 15 minutes, I have only managed to walk half-way between my home… and school!?’

The bus was supposed to arrive at 4:25pm, it’s only 5 minutes late but I feel this desperation that I just can’t shake. I look around and the people seem normal. I don’t understand why I am getting this anxious over the bus being late. I feel my stomach in knots and I’m beginning to get a headache. I feel queezy, a mixture of nauseous and dizzy, but its not me. It’s like someone is causing this inside of me. I know what’s coming next.

It always happens next. As I try to use my breathing exercises to calm down, everyone, including myself, turns to the left in reaction to the noise of a car zooming down. It is going really fast and swerving between cars trying to get away or get to a place. The car passes by and almost in slow motion I see the driver. And the driver sees me. Quickly I feel relieved, and realize who it is. ‘I can’t believe that it’s him!’

He busts out a u-turn quite elegantly like he is known to be and parks the car facing traffic on the side of the street were I am. Relieved I try to get up, but I feel faint. Probably the reason he came dashing to look for me. I extend my hand and he catches it, wraps his arm around my back to give me balance and helps me into the car. I smile at him and weakly ask, “what took you so long?”

He smiles and says, “I hadn’t realized that you had forgotten your medicine Miss Levine.”

He closes the door and gets in the car, inside I see a tray with my medicine and a cup of water. I take my medicine and drink the water. My nerves immediately calm down I lean back and the car goes. I close my eyes and my  mind goes draws a blank on the events that happened today. I still manage to make a mental note that I have to tell Saul all about it. The sway of the car lulls me to sleep.

When I wake up, my eyes flutter. I am in my home, in my room laying down feeling much better. I sit up and I feel sore, like if with every move my body is ripping. I feel it most in my leg, and on my back. A little disoriented, I call for Saul. He comes in with a tray and tea and responds “Yes miss Levine?”

Groggily I ask “what day is it?” He replies, “It is 6:30 pm, the day of your first day of school, Miss Levine.”

I reach for the tea and take a sip, “Thank you Saul, what happened…?”

“Well Miss Levine, as far as I can tell by the wounds you have sustained, you were attacked by an animal, you fell unto your right hip and your left foot got hit by some type of a vehicle” he replies.

As he speaks the memories begin to come back, I put my tea cup down unto the tea plate and look up at him. His eyes full of frustrated sadness, I know what he is thinking. It’s what I was thinking too. I decide to wait, before I tell him my reasons for why we have to leave. It is a conversation that will happen when we are both ready to deal with moving again. I decide to lighten up the mood, “Well better than the first day of school last year,…” I look at him rather serious and he looks at me. Then I quite seriously raise an eyebrow and we both laugh.

 

 

I half laugh and smile at her, but as I look at her, and then connect with her eyes, I feel her face remain serious and I feel my heart flop. I stay looking at her eyes and then manage to look away and think ‘this can’t be happening.’

She very seriously replies “Yes, it is.”

I stare at her and I get that tingle down my spine, and I tell myself ‘this stuff only happens in stories, this stuff only happens in stories….’

She then laughs, and says ” you must have really had a long day if you believed me, it’s a joke…” She stops laughing when she notices that I’m not.

I look at her half relieved and half annoyed, “No, but they are really related because they have many similarities. I would argue that they seem to be referring to the same people, almost makes me believe that it actually did happened.”

Looking at the clock now, I have about a minute left, so I pick up my things and rather than continue the conversation to be polite I say, “Well, thank you for all your help.”

And I proceed to walk out. She gets up and says “Oh, yea no problem. I hope to see you again,…. under better circumstances!”

‘Nice save’ I think and I wave bye. I beat most of the crowd out of campus. Rather than go home on the school bus, I had already planned on taking the city bus, so I proceed to go to the bus stop. I check the times and the bus is running late. I take a seat and let out a huge sigh. I stretch and think to myself ‘what a long day.’ After 10 minutes the people around me get anxious and begin to complain about the bus’ tardiness. Getting annoyed myself at the people who are getting annoyed, I get up and make up my mind to just walk home.

I take out my mp3 player and listen to some music as I walk home. ‘I cant believe how this day went. It was all so crazy. There were ups and downs, and the worst part is… should I be more relieved or more scared than what I am right now after everything that happened.’

I am walking in such deep thought, then I realize that I’m looking at gravel instead of sidewalk. I continue to take another step while at the same time looking up and turning to the left and I see a car heading my way! I close my eyes and hear the honking noise so close! Immediately I think ‘I’m done for and brace myself for impact.’

But then I feel a strong…hand? Pull me back, the car manages to hit my foot as it was in the air as I was pulled back. I realize later that it didn’t hurt, but the sound it made against the car frightens me and forced out a scream from me. My eyes still closed I wait to fall to the ground because I can’t walk backwards to catch myself. But then I feel myself lean against a body that is holding me up, literally holding me up because not even my feet are touching the floor. As I am slowly put down, I regain my balance I think to myself ‘if I continue to hurt my legs I wont be able to attend the competition anymore.’

I turn around and take off my earphones to thank my savior but when I do, there is no one there. I take a few steps in the direction were there may be some hiding spots but I see nothing. There is no one. ‘Who would help me and then just run off?’ I look around to see if anyone saw the incident and there is no one around. No one on the street, no cars driving by. It’s like if for one moment I was all alone in the world. My nerves act up and I walk back to the corner where I almost got hit and as I turn I see people.

I feel relieved and think ‘Who helped me? Why didn’t I sense that someone was walking right behind me?’ As I lean against the wall and try to calm myself I bring my hand up to my mouth. ‘I’ve always had a good sense of my surrounding. The last time,… it was Bullfrog…. When I actually felt someone watching me earlier today, it was Bullfrog… and when I didn’t sense anything,… that’s when I heard that music and I was, healed. Who would protect me? Why would anyone want to protect me?’

I get off the wall, begin to walk and put my earphones back in. ‘The only person who had been helpful to me, was Jorge…. maybe Jorge saved me again? Maybe he has healing powers and healed me.’ I let out a huge “Pssshhht! HA! Maybe it makes sense since he did say he wanted to get to know me! Hahahaha, but…through notes? Like what is that all about!? Hahahah…”

‘Maybe he’s just really, really shy? Even so, if  he saved me again, he would have stayed and waited to see if I was ok.’