A smile grew on my face as the usual heavy metal felt as light as a pen signing a paper. I stared into his eyes and he smiled as well. The cold brisk air accompanied the crunch of the grass beneath my feet. The wind whipped in the crowns of the tree.
"You don't have the guts," the man said.
"You gave me the guts," I chuckle.
I cocked the gun back and aimed it between his eyes.
"Go ahead love, take away everything I've worked so hard for," He chuckled.
"Yes sir," I grin as the gun went off.
I shot out of bed, looking to my side. Instead of being surrounded my trees I was wrapped up in sheets. Sweat drenched my body and I wished I was back in the cool breeze, I got up to go to the windows when my wrist snapped me back to the bed.
I looked at the chain around my wrist that had nails in it to keep me from pulling on it. It never hurt me. Since I was little I've never really felt pain. My momma took me to a doctor about it because when I was little I would just keep biting my hands like any normal baby, but I would bite them until they would bleed. Papa said one time I bit them so hard that I broke my fingers. They didn't know I broke them since I didn't cry, but soon found out when they started to turn purple.
I sat on the bed and picked the lock. Tonight's the night.
As soon as the chain fell to the wall I stretched my wrist out.
Every night he checks on me, but he's busy tonight, for the most part I stayed up. I'm a very light sleeper, no matter the noise I will wake up, each time he opened the door, I was awake and looking at the clock. He came in to check in on me every 67 minutes. I have 33 minutes left to leave.
I quietly got out of the bed and grabbed the gun from behind the painting that he thought I didn't know about. I tucked the gun into my underwear waistband then let my long shirt fall over it. I unlocked the window, that he again, forgot to lock and I booked it.
I'm surprised at how much he forgot tonight, he must be busy. He didn't even notice that I wore thick socks to bed.
The socks padded the thumps of my legs running as fast as I could in the hot Mexican heat.
Once I got a fairly good distance away from the house I started moon walking and doing the wave with my arms as a song of victory echoed through out my head.
It completely cut out the sounds of gunshots from the alley next to me... wait? What!?
I turned to my side in the middle of moon walking and saw a tall man, maybe 6'5" so he was about 5 inches taller than me.
He looked down at me with his sparkly green eyes, I saw a hint of confusion flash once I looked him dead in the eyes.
Oh shit, it might be the color of my eyes. I was blessed upon a young age, not only with my ability to not feel pain, but I was cursed to have gorgeous Gray eyes that complimented my black hair.
We were just about polar opposites, his blond hair illuminated in the moonlight, while mine merely reflected the shine.
The only thing similar was our skin color, although I was as pale as a ghost seeing how I haven't really been out in the sun since I was about 16ish? Rough estimate. So maybe 7 years? Look, I don't know what day or year it is. Am I 22, 23 or 24 who knows?
Back to me describing this absolute god my eyes have been blessed with. His skin was a nice tanned white. Like we have the whites who burn as soon as the light touches them and the ones who golden perfectly.
