Life Through Heaven's Eyes [Nightbird]

I scan the isle a few times, trying to completely pass over the girls existence until she looks at me. Quickly composes herself then looks at me again, my head yelling "Damn!" She musta caught me looking at her... Hopefully she wouldn't approach, I don't want to cause more pain. To try and avoid contact I get my eyes to keep my gaze separate from her, quitting the small stuttering sound I seemed to be making and eventually just look back at the stuff available to buy, trying to keep my eyesight as far away from her as possible, however it is drawn back to her again when she picks up her bag. Her ability to bend and stretch was fascinating to me, my mind reverts back to her split movement and quickly becomes confused "How did she do that?" Echoing in my head several times.

I notice her approach and my body freezes, my head lowering to force my vision to the floor, examining the somewhat dusty tiles to avoid eye contact. Well, it did till she speaks and the sound causes my body to jump and me to let out a small squeak, my eyes shooting to the left to the underside of the shelves to avoid any eye contact. "Haf you ne'er seen a split befar, dear?" My head tries to scramble the accent to make sense in my head, which, eventually it does and I curiously look up, slowly raising my sight up her legs till I am looking at her face, my eyes wide with a mix of fear and something else that probably was shock. Then I eventually start stumbling for a reply, my mouth uttering unintelligible garble before the words "Urm...Urm... N-no... Miss..." I had no idea how to reply, and quite frankly it was now getting really hot under these layers and being in the store.

I end up just staring at her, making sure she didn't try to do anything, I didn't want her hurt or something by talking to me. In fact I didn't want her talking to me for that reason, so I have to keep watching her just in case. Maybe she would leave if I don't say anything for long enough? There's always a possibility. I quickly break my stare however and glance right, checking if the bread was beside me, which it was, and I try and bend down to nab it, though eventually my body is overthrown with the amount of clothing I had on and I fall, pretty much bouncing off the shelves and knocking pretty much all the bread over me, whimpering as it hit me. Seriously this had to be like the fourth time I had messed up this store... This thought however just provokes a louder whimper, and I lay there, covered in wrapped bread with hair all over my face. What was the point in getting up if I was just going to mess it up again?

My vision catches the other girl trying to stop the bread from falling all over my body, though the only one she really managed to stop was the one that got launched down the isle, myself still laying on the floor and admitting defeat. No point fighting something that had already beat you. I continue to lay there until her arm is hooked around my body and she hoists me back up. Clearly having some trouble doing so but she seemed to stabilize herself afterwards. I knew I wasn't that heavy so I don't think I could've done any damage to her. I watch her start to place the loaves of bread back where they where and I scramble to help, not really feeling right about letting someone else clear up the mess I made. Eventually however most of the loaves are back up and whilst the other girl is grabbing the remaining loaf I straighten out my hair a bit. Brushing the strands that got in the way to the side.

I watch the other girl walk back and place the last remaining loaf on the shelve, then turn to her fully as she starts speaking to me. My eyes taking on their usual shy appearance and I distract myself again by picking up, this time carefully, the loaf that had slid across the floor. I eventually nod at her question of me being alright and reply "Urm, urm, yeah fine, I guess, urr, what's your name? Urrr, if, if you don't mind me asking miss." My voice drops to a small, almost scared whisper as I speak. I didn't really want to come across as rude so I had to keep the miss up as well, she was older than me so it was all right, right? Oh god I must seem like such a wierdo to her.

My head slowly taking note of the more time I spend with someone the more time I put them in danger, and I had been with this girl for about, 10 minutes? Maybe I should say I've got something to do, then leave. It will reduce the chances of me doing something stupid and getting us both hurt. I start to look around to put my plan into action, not trying to make it discreet either, my head scanning the area around me to look for some form of excuse. It's not that I don't like speaking to people it's just I don't want them hurt because of me. I tended to just cause trouble around people. I didn't want to start another problem. Though why did I ask for her name? My body subconsciously lets out a small groan and my body just goes somewhat limp, but I make sure I don't fall over. Was I that much of an idiot to try and start conversation when I needed to get away?