You don't know me.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: February 19, 2018

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Mike was making tea, waiting for the kettle to boil. He had been working all morning and needed a break. It was stupid really, he had rented the cabin to get a break, to get away from all this, but he couldn't seem to stop. It was almost compulsive, just one more thing and he'd stop. He didn't even know why he brought the stuff with him, thoughts of perusing documents at night and relaxing during the day had run through his head, but once started, he couldn't stop. He'd been here for a few days and hadn't yet properly relaxed. He would though, just a little more work, that's all. He was almost finished anyway.

 

He wondered vaguely what he'd do when the work was gone. He had brought a few books but they probably wouldn't last long, there was no TV here, he wasn't a great fisherman either, he had only gone fishing once as a kid and barely remembered it. His main memory consisting of catching a small fish, then letting it go because he didn't want it to die. It seemed unlikely fishing this time would be any more successful. He could meditate, but on what? It had seemed like a nice thing, when he was looking at the description on his computer. A nice break from everything, but he was quickly learning, it was a complete break from everything. At least there was electricity, he had gone for that much, a few of them didn't. He wondered if anyone actually rented those, but someone must.

 

 

The last few nights past quickly enough, he had worried that the strange noises of the woods would keep it awake but that wasn't the case at all, for the first few minutes it was odd, the animal noises and creaking trees but it quickly became soothing and he slept thorugh the night, feeling refreshed and restored when he woke. He poured the boiled water into his cup and took it with him back to the desk. He sat, looking out the window, sipping occasionally. This was peaceful, almost relaxing. Mike looked at the papers on the desk and had lost all interest, it could be done later. He was lost in his thoughts, not really paying much attention to anything when she appeared. At first he assumed that she was another renter, like him from the city and out for a week or two in the woods, but that didn't seem quite right. She moved along the tree line, staying close, as though nervous by the empty open space. She froze, her head slowly turning towards his cabin. She looked directly at him.

 

He continued to stay where he was, not knowing what to do, it was kinda creepy that he was looking at her, at then she was the most interesting thing outside the window. She turned slowly and started to walk towards the cabin. He wondered what exactly she was going to do, she didn't seem like she lived in the woods, she looked nervous, but at the same time she wasn't running. Maybe she had gotten lost and feared wild animals and was merely surprised to see a cabin. But if that was the case surely she would have been eager to get there, running towards it. Though they were in the woods and as far as she was aware his could be the only cabin for miles and what if he was psychotic. Maybe he would act the same if there positions were reversed. Rather than going to the door, he continued to look out the window, to look out the window, she didn't seem to realise he was there, not yet anyway.

 

She paused a few times when crossing the short clearing, but she reached the porch quickly enough. She cilimed the stairs slowly, pausing in front of the door before he could hear her heavy footsteps moving around the porch. He waited, listening. Suddenly she was at the window, he jumped, almost spilling his tea. She pressed against the window, hands against the glass, staring in. She looked around the room, though she never looked directly at him. She stayed there for a few minutes, staring in, beofre moving back slightly. He took the time to study her, she didn't appear to be able to see him and though he had waved at her she hadn't responded. She was flawless skin was pale, high cheekbones, full lips. Her eyes were gorgeous and an odd shade of slightly purple, behind the bright blue. Her hair was brown, a few strands blowing across her face in the light breeze.

 

He stood and went to the door, wondering if she was okay. He was about to open the door when something banged into it, he jumped and moved back sightly, wondering if he should open it. After all, she might be insane. Something again banged at the door, he turned and looked towards the window she had been standing at, she was still there. Again the banging had reoccurred. She didn't seem to hear it at all. He wondered if maybe she was a distraction, that he was to open the door to find someone standing there with a gun or something. She moved her head back, as though sniffing the air, then she darted out of view of the window. He couldn't hear her moving, the silence seemed heavy and

oppressive.

 

There was a light knocking on the door, a soft voice, “is anyone there? Please. Please et me in.” He moved closer to the door, listening carefully, he could hear the fear in her voice, “please, before it gets me. Oh God, if there's anyone in there, please, please let me in.” He wondered what he should do. It could be a trap but she sounded frightened, he couldn't just abandon someone like that, could he? He could hear her sobbing faintly. “Who are you?” “Oh thank God, please let me in, there isn't much time, I'll explain when im inside.” “Tell me who you are first” “My name is Sandy, I was staying in a cabin not too far from here, I was walking through the woods when something started chasing me, please let me in, quickly.” He debated himself for a few seconds then opened the door. She pushed past him and slammed the door behind her, almost immediately something hit the door again. She locked the door then turned and threw her arms around Mike, “thank you, thank you.” He didn't know what to do, then her warmth comforted him and he wrapped his arms around her waist and they stood there, there was silence except from the silent sweet sobbing of the girl. His embrace was warm, and his big, strong arms seemed protective, she didn't want him to let go of her frail body.

 

He heard something, toward the window. She release him from her grip, and let him move swiftly toward the window, she grabbed his hand “don't please.” “I have to see what it is, once I do I can call someone and they can tell us how to deal with the animal.” “Who should I call?” “Park services or something. I'm not sure, the manager left a number in case there was trouble, we could call him.” He stood at the window, craning his neck trying to see what ever had been chasing her, but there was nothing. Sandy started dialling, the phone rang once twice. Then went dead. “The phones dead.” “What? How?” “I don't know. Do you have a mobile?” “No I was told there would be no service here so I didn't bother.” “Damn, I thought the same.” “So we just wait here until it gets bored and finds easier prey. There's enough food for the two of us for a few days at least.” Again something banged against the door. Sandy jumped, “if you're sure.” “Yeah it'll be fine, some animal will wander past and it will get distracted and leave.” The banging continued more frantic than before.

 

The day passed slowly, they tried to talk but that banging kept interrupting them, constant noise. He had tried to look out the window to see it, but he couldn't. He had tried to open the window to look out but Sandy stopped him, fear bright in her eyes.

 

Mike do you have any towels that I could use please?” “Yeah what for?” He looks her in her eyes and tears start to silently roll down her pale face, and then he sees her jacket and joggers start turning red from grey. He runs over to her and holds her in his arms letting her curl up in ball against him. When she quietens down he lifts up her jackets sleeve and sees cuts and scars with blood running down. “I'm depressed and have a lot of things wrong with me and came here to find the meaning of life and now the only thing that can save me is love, something that I will never get.” “Oh don't say that but cutting yourself wow, I'm so sorry for the things that people have put you through it must be so harsh, but now your here with me and the days we will be together I am going to help you, we can talk and laugh and cry as much as you want” and hugged her. “I'm so grateful thank you” she said while pulling him away from her “i... I have never had anyone really care for me. I..... I... mean my mum does but she doesn't really know about the things that um.... go through my head and the thoughts that um.... pop up.” He could tell that she was gullible and was afraid to open up, in case he broke her and left her. But he wanted to help, “don't worry I'm here and will do everything in my power to make you feel loved, happy, warm, strong and most importantly make you feel like the real you again” he said reaching for her hand. “Look I know that I am a total stranger to you at the moment and you don't have to tell me everything, but i'm here and I want to help you.” 


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