6-Can i help you?

Daniel's POV:

" What are you thinking, Dan?"

I heard a familiar voice. It sounded a little bit breathy. I, while sitting on a bench, looked up. It was Mark

"Uuhh?"

I was blank. Totally blank.

" I asked what you were thinking? You seemed pretty disturb."

" I-I was just... Ahmm... It's nothing. You tell me. Where were you?"

I tried to change the topic.

" Ahhh... Don't ask. I'm fed up of my sister. She thinks of me as her servant. And mom always scolds me because of her."

He started his sad story with a sigh. But i knew, it was going to take a lot of time, so i interrupted.

" How is your sister's friend now?"

I knew i had already asked Carrie this question but i wasn't satisfied with her answer.

" Yes, she is quite better now according to Carrie... Wait. How did you know that?"

He started telling me about her but soon realized that I already knew about it.

" No, just heard about it... Ahmm... From somewhere. You know gossips. Just that."

By his way of talking, i guessed that Carrie didn't tell him about my fault. So, i decided to keep it a secret. But soon a question came into my mind. I preferred to ask Mark.

" Hey Mark! I have a friend. He got some problems. You know daily life problems. It's just he hurt someone, not even knowing. He knows it isn't his fault. But still he feels guilty. What do you think he should do?"

" Ahaaa... You got a new friend. Who is he? Where did you meet him?"

Mark was just like his sister. Talktive. But to me, he was so trustworthy. I asked you about my problem and there you go talking bullshit again. Ahhh... Mark, what should i do with you. I felt as if i was offended by him. So, i quickly questioned him.

" Hey! I asked you about my problem... I-I mean my friend's problem and you are just."

I corrected myself while speaking as i was going to reveal the truth. Damn me.

" Okay. Okay. Let me think. Ahmm... I think you should apologise to that person you hurt. Even if it wasn't your fault but it already hurt someone. So, you should just help that someone."

He answered briefly. I was satisfied with his answer. Now, i knew what i should do. Wait... What did he just say?

" Hey Mark! Didn't i tell you that it's my friend's business. Why are you...?

I was asking him but he interrupted.

" Of course. It's your friend's. Just a slip of tongue. By the way i know that girl's matter, she's my sister's friend. Carrie told me everything. Though it's not your fault but still somewhere it's yours."

He answered smartly. I was a bit shocked. He knew. I thought he didn't. And i didn't respond. What should I do? How should i apologise? How should i help her? All these questions were roaming my mind.

Sara's POV:

Three days passed. I wondered how? Carrie spent most of her time with me during these days. We talked a lot. She did ask about my past, again. But i again told her that I'm not ready to tell her yet. To tell her anything. Obviously, how can i tell everything to her. I had trust issues. Though, the base of a friendship is trust, but i need time. I don't know how much. But i need time. These days I've been staying with the same senior. But i don't want to burden her more. So, i was thinking about calling Aunt Ella. But still, i was hesitating. How can i just ask for her help? It's a bit...

It was 6 in the morning. I heard a knock on the door.

" Yes, who is it?"

I asked while sitting on the bed. The door opened since the senior left the door opened while leaving for breakfast.

" Hi! It's me."

Carrie came inside, having a big smile on her face, wearing a long light pink coat and black pant. A black muffler was wrapped around her neck.

" Hiii! Come in."

" Well, i thought that your wounds are just healed, like almost. You should start taking classes now. And also, someone is very desperate to see you."

She replied while walking towards me. I was paying attention to what she said. Yes, she's right. I should start taking classes. I am alot better now, thanks to Carrie. I should start it. I don't want to lose my scholarship. I was just thinking about the matter she mentioned that someone is desperate to see me. Who could it be?

" What? Desperate to see me? What do you mean? Who are you talking about?"

" Of course it's Dan. Literally i got a headache because of him. Thank God, he is not my boyfriend. Otherwise, Ah... "

She kept going with the story.

" Like literally, he called me about ten to five to six times a day. Why? Asked about you. Like How is she? Is she alright? Want any help? When will she be fine? Blah blah... I was literally fed up."

She answered. I don't know why but she looked so funny while copying that guy.

" He asked about me? Why?"

" Obviously, he should ask about you. He felt guilty. Ahhh... Stop asking questions. Get up. Change your clothes. I'm waiting for you in same cafe as before. Come fast."

Saying that, she left. I got up. Taking short steps, i moved towards the case. Carrie got me my case from previous room two days ago. She had guts to do so. Otherwise someone like me would never dare to do that. I took out a white long skirt and green top. It will look fine. With that i took out skin colour sweater. I knew it was cold outside. It took me 15 minutes or i guess more to change them. The pain in my back and arms didn't allow me to do it normally. Because of Carrie's instructions, which she got from her doctor, i couldn't even wash up properly. She warned me not to get my wounds in contact with water. Ahhh... I'm fed up of this life. Somehow, i got ready and stood in front of the mirror, in order to tie my hair. But my arms couldn't help going up to tie them. So, i decided to leave them as it is, after combing them. Carrie said he asked about me. A guy asked about me. Really? Why? It was literally my first time i was thinking about some guy. What is going on with me? I shouldn't be like this. Listen Sara! Come to your senses. Just do your own work. You can't trust him. You can't trust anyone. With that, i took my handbag in my hand. A slight reaction due to pain, appeared on my face.

Soon, i was outside the building, i took elevator since i wasn't able to use stairs. Carrie was waiting for me. I should go. I started walking towards cafe. Just five minutes after i started walking, with my eyes continuously staring at the earth, i heard a breathy voice, a guy's voice.

" Hi! Can i help you with your handbag?"

I stopped and turned to see who he was.

" You-"

I was shocked to see him. I couldn't even say anything else. So, turned out Carrie wasn't joking.

" Aaa... I'm Daniel. Daniel Jones. I was wondering if i could help you with your bag."

He drawled. I was so shocked that still couldn't reply to him. Of course, i knew who he was. I got beaten up, thanks to him.

" I'm talking to you."

He, again, drawled. It was a weird sight to see someone drawl. I guess i am more than a weirdo.

" Ahhh... No thanks."

I immediately came to my senses and refused him. I didn't want to get more bullied because of him. I should just stay away from him. I again turned around, and started walking, faster than before, despite of unbearable pain. I wasn't in condition of running away or perhaps i would have run away at that time.

" Hey, wait."

I felt him chasing me.

" Why are you ignoring me when I'm trying to talk to you? I just want to help."

He stopped me, with his hands on my shoulder. I immediately removed his hand from my shoulder.

" I said I don't want your help."

I replied to him, in a low convincing voice.

" Okay. But can we talk?"

He tried to proceed the conversation.

" What do you want to talk about?"

" Look. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. I heard what ... Ahm... Happened. I'm so sorry."

He was apologizing to me. He was serious.

" It's okay. I know it's not your fault. Can i go now?"

This time i drawled.

" No, wait. I'm not finished yet."

He answered.