Had you ever tried to do something you shouldn't with only one hand?

It's pretty tough, isn't it? Let's take opening a can for example. You would need to coordinate how much strength to put while holding the can opener, hoping for the can not slip down the surface as you open it bit by bit.

Difficult, wasn't it? Why would someone in their right mind do something like this? Maybe because of a challenge made by another person or because one of your hands were injured or even just to prove you could do it.

Either way, at that time, you probably felt what Chris was feeling right now.

-Steady...steady...don't rush...

He was crouching a little bit in order to get a perfect position.

-Steady, steady...OK.

Confirming her arms were on each side of his head, the boy proceeds to the next step.

What was he doing? Trying to carry a girl on his back. Without much options to move out of there with her sleeping like a log, Chris thought this would be the best solution for the problem.

But now another problem arose.

The next step after making sure of the arms positions was of having a support for the lower body of the person you are carrying. Normally, you would grab them by the legs, using both hands that is.

For this situation, there was only one way of lifting her up using only one arm, and it was exactly this one way that was making the boy be so timid of this method.

It was to support directly below the waist to let all the weight in only your arm, allowing you to lift them. Of course, that would also take in your strength, since it would be too much of a burden to just one arm but he didn't have any other choice.

In other words: Chris needed to use his arm under the girl's butt.

If he did that, they would be able to move out of there and go to somewhere else, maybe his house if they needed to.

(No way I could bring her there. How would you explain it to mom?)

Her son suddenly bringing an unconscious girl to his home. Both of them are sweaty, messy and dirtied. No matter how much a parent would love their child, suspicions would arise.

It needed to be somewhere else, but where?

No matter the place, nothing would change the facts of the situation. It was either his home or continuing to be outside on this cold night.

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-No choice then...

Somewhere in this heart, Chris believed the latter option to be more warming than the first.

Trying his best to look back, the boy carefully made his arm pass under the girl. In his mind, he was repeating a move in a video-game David told him about like a chant to not think of anything unnecessary for the moment.

(Down, Down-Forward, Forward + Punch! Down, Down-Forward, Forward + Punch! Down, Down-Forward, Forward + Punch! Down, Down-Forward, Forward + Punch!)

He sighed deeply of relief. There was no problem in passing his arm under her, contrary to what his teen mind was imagining.

All the preparations were made. He had the resolution of facing his mother about the girl and there was nothing else that could stop him tonight.

Now, it was all up to him.

-OK! Let's go!

He stands up and made the first step forward.

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Chris didn't move a single inch from the bench.

In fact, he did make a step. In the first and only step he made from the bench, all his body went numb from the pain, he couldn't find his balance with the girl and almost let her fall down on the ground.

Panicking, Chris went back to the bench to place her and sat at her side from the tiredness.

What else was he expecting to happen? He used all his energy to run around for his life, most of his body was injured and the girl wasn't made of feathers either.

Carrying her all the way to his house like that? If he didn't learn the girl was from the video-game, this would be the most irrational thing he experienced today.

-N...n...no use...be...be...better to wait...afterwall... - While trying to inhale air, the boy squeezed words for his shameful defeat.

Without anything left to do, he glanced at the girl on his side. Different from him, she was still sleeping like a baby without a care for what is happening in the world around her.

But, she couldn't maintain her balance to stay still, making the girl fall to the side and lean her head on Chris' shoulder. Seen her like that, he couldn't help but giggle a little after being slightly embarrassed.

(...Really, just what happened today?)

Everyone forgot about the game, then a killer dressed like a character from that game appeared and started to chase him, just for him to find out she was actually the same one from the game, and now he was sitting right there on her side.

(It's too crazy even for a fantasy.)

Would anyone believe him if he tells them? If it was Chris, he wouldn't. He probably would end up thinking he has been played.

But it's real, he knew it was now. Still, it was a lot to take in for just one day.

(...Maybe I should be like you and just rest, huh...)

Just a quick rest. Who knows, maybe after he wakes up, she wouldn't be sleeping anymore and they could walk together to his home. Thinking like that, the boy lets his tiredness take over as his conscience fades.

Or so he thought.

When he was about to close his eyes, Chris could hear footsteps coming near them. Soft steps walking in the park's stone path.

Curious, he opened his eyes and was greeted by a strong light on his face. Discomforted by its bright, Chris blocks the light but it was already turned off before he noticed.

After waiting for his vision to be restored, for the time first today, even after being chased by a killer, being shocked by everyone forgetting about the game, for the first time, Chris really wished for today to be a dream.

-M...m...m...mo...mo...mom!