Grey (discontinued)

~ PART SEVEN ~

~ CHAPTER SEVEN ~

I really like the squiggle lines if you can't tell

Also, I'm pretty sure I ruptured my eardrum when I was at my aunt's house, cause I had to share a room with my older sister and she breathes really loud when she sleeps, SO I put ear plugs in to block out the noise and eventually fell asleep for, like three hours, and when I woke up, my hearing was all fudged up in my right ear, but we aren't going to express our discomfort because I looked it up and it's supposed to heal after around a few weeks, so we aren't going to bother anyone with it. But I can bother you people with it because I know you guys (who actually read my stories) don't know me and therefore don't really care.

Anyways

onto the chapter!

I finally got back to my 'house' and climbed in through the window, as usual. I trudged up the stairs but when I reached the door to the apartment I often used as my own, I decided to sit on the roof for a while instead of going straight inside. I placed my backpack beside the door and took off up the rest of the stairs to a ledge where the old fire escape used to be before it rusted itself into oblivion.

It really just got too old and far too damaged by the natural forces of nature that it broke as soon as I stepped onto it a few years ago, when I first got here (I was about seven when I found this place) and it fell with me still on it.

But I thought rusted into oblivion sounds better when describing what happened to it.

Ok Izu, I'm not even going to try and stop it at this point. It's become too regular. I'll allow it. This fourth wall stuff is getting to be too much.

"By I'll allow it, I mean I can't really stop him", Author~chan thought dryly.

Anyways....

I reached for the ladder and was met with the familiar squeaks and creaks of the unstable metal. I really had no way to get off the roof if the ladder was not there, but I'm sure I could figure it out.

The unspoken thought lingered in his mind

'I could just jump'

Smiling to myself, I pushed the thought away and continued to grab hold of the ladder and hull myself up, rung by rung. The cold metal stung my hands and the rust left little orange stains on my naturally pale skin. I inhaled the scent of degrading metal and partially destroyed brick as I made my way to the rooftop.

I just loved the adrenaline that pumped through my veins at this height.

I finally reached the roof, having taken my time on the short journey up the dangerous ladder, which was ready to fall at a moment's notice.

I stood on the flat surface,enjoying the cold air, as it whipped at my skin just as a flame licked at its victims. I took off my shoes and sat against the long broken air conditioning unit.

I just sat there, enjoying the view.

I thought about all the heroes I've come into contact with recently. My younger self would have had a field day with it, but even now I'm still quite obsessed with heroes. I know just about all of them, if for different reasons than my younger self it didn't matter. Eraser and Present Mic were some of my favorites and I'd met both of them. I met Eraser a lot more, but I still find him to be quite cool even when I am running for my freedom from him.

Although, technically, I'm not breaking any laws, but that's a card I can pull at a later date.

I was so lost in thought that I almost didn't notice the slight pitter patter of footsteps as they landed on the roof and began to stalk towards me. The pattern was eerily familiar, but I couldn't, at the moment, remember just which of my acquaintances it was. At least, that was until I heard the all to well known sound of that glorified scarf being shifted around the wearers neck.