Wounds

Panic, that’s all I felt as I rushed down the stairs of my building. Izan’s voice, and the address he gave me repeating itself in my head over and over again. My nerves were everywhere as I started running down the street. He was hurt, and he needed help. All I could think was that he was hurt and every rational thinking escaped me. All I knew was that I had to get to him, as fast as possible. I was scared, I was afraid that something really bad might have happened to me. My heart was wrenching in my chest, tears building in my eyes as I ran to the end of the street and stopped in front of the road sign, he had told me about. I frantically looked around, it was dark, empty, only a few people passing by at that late hour of the night.

I needed to find him, as soon as possible or it might get too late. I felt utterly helpless, I didn’t know what to do, I couldn’t find him. Just as tears was about to fall from my eyes, a sudden movement at a distant dark ally caught my attention. I could