When I woke up, my head was bandaged and I was in my bedroom. At first, everything seemed normal to me. Then I felt a soft blanket that wasn't mind wrapped around my body, and then the memories from last night flooded my mind, and all I could see those red and black rims.

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My clothes stuck to my skin from the melted snow, clinging onto me as if I was their last hope. I lay helplessly on the ground, my breathing labored as I brought my hand up to my eyes. Ice scraped against my back as I jumped at the sight; blood speckled my hand, the only warm thing adorning my body. I was about to shut my eyes, but something caught my attention at the last moment. Red and black rims coupled with tires that said 'goodyear' in white lettering came to a stop beside me, and I watched as the door opened. The car was a… Chevy… a Chevy Camaro. My mind was slow in processing everything, so I had established the cars brand and model by the time the person who owned the car was picking me up, and my eyes automatically shut out of exhaustion. They gingerly held me in their arms, and warmth flooded my body as they pressed me against their chest. I struggled too much to open my eyes, so in the end I didn't bother. I remember blacking out for a while after that, and then waking up wrapped in a blanket, facing the ceiling of the Chevy Camaro. I tilted my head slightly, but I couldn't see the person driving, so instead I lifted my head slightly, peering out the window. We were close to my house, I registered. After a few moments of elongated silence, the car stopped. The driver door opened, then the door that came to me did. I was picked up, and those warm arms wrapped around my body again. Since I was facing away from the person, I still couldn't see who it was that saved my life. I watched, out of my body, as the window to my room opened, and the person holding me jumped inside silently, like a panther. I was placed on my bed, and the warm arms left my body. My eyes focused and unfocused, like a blurry camera, and all I could see was a shape clad in black as it left my room out of my window, closing it behind them. My eyes shut for the last time that night, the blanket around me like a hug, the first reassuring thing I have felt all day.

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I sat up in bed, my hair still wet from the snow, wrapping my arms around myself. One thought repeated in my mind: who was it? Who was it that saved me? The blanket that was wrapped around me fell to my waist, and I lifted a part of it my face. It was a baby blue color, worn in some parts and new in others, and it smelled like lilac, mint and cologne.

I folded the blanket to the side, it's scent lingering on me. I walked quickly out of my room, regarding the living room clock before continuing to the bathroom. I still have a half an hour before school. I jumped into the shower, washed my hair and my body, then twenty minutes later got out. After all that, and I still smell like the damned blanket. I sighed, and blow dried my curly hair, knowing there was nothing I could do about it right now. I had peeled the bandage off before I got in, and whoever it was had also cleaned the wound. It looked about okay now, but it was lightly bruised with purple.

I left the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my body as I re-entered my bedroom. Today, I decided, was the day I'd find out who brought me home. It was someone that knew where I lived and cared enough to take me. And the person had a 2010 Chevy Camaro — something that none of my friends - except maybe Sally, but I'm sure she'd leave me to die - had the money for, or had in general.

I pulled on my jeans, put on a grey and white wool sweater and accompanied it all with my favorite pair of shoes; short black ankle boots. I then looped a black infinity scarf around my neck, and walked out front to catch the bus. My phone was still dead, so I pouted as I boarded the bus - I wouldn't be able to play any games throughout the ride. I sighed for the second time that morning, sucked up my pride, and sat by myself as far back as I could get. Unfortunately though, I wasn't alone - my thoughts plagued me as I gazed out the window, staring at my own reflection.