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I’m dead!

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“Can i suck your toes?” Face

why did balloony look like that

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Wanting attention

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Starting my first book. The darkest days.

 I’ve been walking for hours now. Not paying attention to my surroundings just lost in the constant stream of music playing through my iPod. More focused on the hours before now then my current surroundings. When a loud ‘beep’ in my ears remind me my music is almost out of life; I pause my steady pace. Something slams into my back sending the short intake of breath I had in me flying outward as I fall to the ground. I whip my head around to see the culprit come to find out nothing’s there. A sharp pain shoots through the back of my shin. I feel the slight tickle of blood slide to my ankle. It was the only thing that tells me there definitely was something there. Looking up I see a bench to my right. I pull myself up, limping slowly, to sit. For the first time I notice how dense the air is around me. The only light is coming from the harsh street lights above. Directly in front of me I see the slight glimmer of the crosswalk paint. A bike station to my left, stores surround me on the four way street. Only one open sign glows from across the street with a singular car parked in front of it.  The pain in my leg significantly decreased I sprint toward the seemingly only sign of life.

Walking the perimeter I find the door to enter and open it slowly. Inside I find an odd sight. A singular man sitting in front of the bar. Long black hair pulled into a loose bun that dangles at the nape of his neck. He turns to look at whomever is coming in. Me. His eyes a startling blue and green. Too bright to be hazel but too dark to be translucent. All together he was stunning. I feel the blush rise to my cheeks as he stands. I take a step back as he brushes in front of me to step behind the counter. “What can I get for you?” His voice thick and smooth like honey. A small choking noise comes out of my throat. A dark smile staining his lips as he turns and saunters into the back room. He returns with a glass of ice water. My thirst consumes me. I hadn’t realized how thirsty I was until then. Finishing the first I decide to not tell him of my lack of money while he goes to get more.

         I’ve been inside here about an hour, charging my device, and he consistently refills my water whenever it is empty.  Watching me closely he finally asks me, “Wet enough to speak now?” A devious smile plays on his lips, knowing exactly what he said. I look down to my shoes, then to his black converse. “Yes.” I whisper. Blood thundering through my ears. He walks knowingly to the back again. Clattering sounds echo inside the large and empty and comes back with a bottle of whiskey and a clean rag. He walks slowly toward me as though he might scare me away. “I - I don’t drink.” I mumble. He squats in front of me grabbing my leg gently while saying, “You’re hurt.” He rubs his thumb and fore finger unconsciously. Fire shoots through my leg. Not pain but desire. For a minute the only thing i wanted him to do was keep touching me. Though I had forgotten all about the wound on my leg. Under the careful study of his gaze I turned into the girls I have always hated. Angry at myself I pull my leg away. “Yeah, some ass hole ran into me and then ran off.” I say maybe a little aggressive. Matching my aggressive tone he grabs my leg with a purpose and lays it in front of his middle. Opening up the bottle and dousing the rag he says between clenched teeth. “This will sting.” I try not to flinch as he touches the cloth to the wound.

An hour later I’m all patched up and my leg is finished throbbing there is a thick silence in the air. “I’m locking up soon.” He says tight lipped. “You need a ride?” His voice harsh but when he looks at me his eyes show concern. Quickly I say. “I apologize but I have no money to pay you back.” Not wanting to go home but having nowhere to go instead. He’s walking toward me now, stopping when his nose is inches from mine. I step towards him also. Until this point I hadn’t noticed how tall he was. “That’s not what I asked.” He whispers, his breath smelling of mint and faintly like whiskey. I notice a small scar marks his eyebrow. Without thinking I reach out to rub my thumb across it. When my finger is in front of his face I realize what I am doing. I pause while also taking note of his tense posture. Taking a step back I reply cautiously, “I don’t even know your name.” He steps closer and then sits in the chair across from where I was sitting at first, motioning for me to join him. He watches me closely as I lower myself slowly into the chair. “My name is Mikael Rayne and I’m 18 years old. My dad died when I was seven and my mother three years back. I live alone in the two bedroom apartment above this restaurant. This is the last part of my mother I have.” This whole time he was looking me in the eye. Almost like he wants me to see something. “You are?” I look down at the bandages on my leg. I’m at a complete loss for words. “I am Eliza, and that’s pretty much it. I’m not special. I’m far from interesting and I’m alone.” The room is quiet enough that I hear his slight intake of breath at my last words. “I am not stupid. There is more to you than you are telling me.” A sly smile marks the place where a frown marked just seconds before. “Would you like to stay with me tonight?” He glances up at me, seemingly anxious, though if I know anything about boys like him; edgy and mysterious, he is not at all nervous. I smile widely at him while saying, “Is this the part where I play dumb broad and you murder me in my sleep?” A deep chuckle escapes his full lips as he starts walking toward the back, motioning for me to follow him. I do, something about him or the way he carries himself draws me toward him. I need to know why my body reacts to him the way it does.

He shows me to an empty room. “Try not to mess with anything.” Before he leaves.

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Can I just stalk you to your car?

My Aunt, searching for a parking spot

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Me in the afterlife

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Hug me back!!

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