The Cold Ones

Monday

At any age I have always hated Mondays. Some days I wished it just never existed, but it makes me think that Tuesday would then become the new Monday. That thought does not sound pleasant. However this Monday I remembered very clearly.

Monday the 3rd of September 2007. The day was any usual day, it would be my last year before I fully stepped my foot out to the real world. It does scare me when I think i'm eighteen it feels only days ago I was laughing with my Dad to the late night television shows. However, it also feels like only a few hours since he passed. He passed a few days after my sixteenth birthday due to a drug over dose, I wanted to be angry at him. He left me in this world with no support, only memories.

I can't blame him though, I understand losing Mum took a tole on him, he said to me every day I reminded him of her. But i guess that pushed him away even further. Some days i'd sleep on the benches in the darkened rain as he refused to let me in, he was convinced I was going to kill him due to the drugs what over ruled his system. His words still echo loudly in my brain... ' Go away Ella, you are no daughter of mine' over and over. When he passed, I started living with my Gran but she was never there...I was always thankful for the food I had and the roof I was given but she told me countless of times if there was no money involved she would not continue. That's just the way of the world I guess, some people want love others want power one can never have both. I try to get out the house as much as I can, I currently have a job in the local shop. But I also help in a soup kitchen to get my CV up.

Which brings me back to the Monday. I walked on my journey to my last day of college quickly, brushing my hair while closing the door behind me. I woke up a little late so everything what could go wrong has already went wrong. As I had a slice of toast in my mouth, one of my shoe laces unraveled and a brush in my left hand. Attempting to braid my hair, to look a little less like a barn yard explosion. I would say this would be a rare case but then again i'd be lying.

Quickly, I began to walk a little faster and decided to take a cut through an alley. I understood it wouldn't of been the best idea, however it was daylight so I took a sigh and just hoped for the best. The path became narrow as I began to pick up the pace hurrying, I seen the other side of the path and the path started to look a little more brighter. Suddenly, I seen a tall man run across. It was as if he was running quicker than a predator about to leap on it's helpless prey. I stopped as i analysed what had just happened. I started question if i was seeing things, or if it may had been an illusion of some sort. I carried on my way, as I reached the doors and sat down. I watched the head of years pace up and down aimlessly looking around at everyone. He looked down constantly fiddling with his tie as if he was nervous of something going wrong. Slowly, he walked to the middle of the stage staring waiting for everyone's attention. People began to notice one by one, until the echoes of crowds whispering fell silent.

"Hello, as you know this is your last day. However, you will still need to attend everything as usual before leaving later this evening" He continued to speak in a moderated tone but my eyes begin to wonder. I wanted to focus but his voice slowly drifted into back round noise as my eyes wondered along the walls. Unexpectedly, my eyes lock with a figure at the end of the hall. It looked liked the tall figure I seen darting across the narrow path way. But I wasn't too sure, my eyes ventured his body as I looked at every detail. He had his arms crossed, as he was starting into the hall at someone but I couldn't make out who. He had a scar across his eye and his dark hair flowed to the gentle breeze. I stared at his eyes, they looked the same colour as fresh blue waters, but acted like violent rivers. His gaze became more narrow as he kept his eyes locked at someone. He wore a black shirt which revealed his right arm to be covered with tattoos. It looked like a massive lion going up his arm but as I squinted to watch closely they looked like they covered scars. The scars across his body looked as if they told a story. His presence drew me in, I wanted to know who he was. More of who he wanted.

Before I knew it everyone stood up, and I snapped out of my gaze and looked forward. I dint realise how much I had be lost in him, what felt like 15 seconds was actually 15 minutes. As I stood up I looked for him again but he wasn't there. I knew I hadn't imagined it...but now the questions lies. Who is he? I followed the line out i front of me and made my way through the doors onto my class room. As I walked through the wide corridor I seen him at the corner of my eye stood with someone. My curiosity got the best of me and I knew i had to feed it so I followed. I stay behind and keep looking down at my phone so it doesn't look as if i'm following them, they open a door and follow stairs down into a room. I gently followed behind them, trying to pace my breath as my heart was racing. Why was I so intrigued in this stranger? I sat at in the middle of the stairs as I tried to figure out what had been said. Everything fell quiet, like a snow falling onto a empty field. I assumed there was a door on the other side, so I began to walk down the stairs to follow the man of mystery. As I tip toed down the stairs, with each step getting louder the only sound i can hear is my heart pounding with each breath i take.
I place my hand on the door ready to turn it when I hear a massive bang. My hand carefully comes off the door as I listen. Suddenly, a few seconds after...I hear a shriek, and with out thinking a kick the door open. Stood before me was the tattoo guy stood over a blood bath. My body freezes as i watch the soulless body lie there, with blood seeping out of every direction. His face pale and his eyes wide open, it looked as if he seen the devil before he died. The tattoo guy turns around, with blood smeared across his face and his eyes red as a dagger dripping with blood. He was breathing heavily, as he stared at me. My legs begin to shake as I lost control of my mind. My mind was screaming at me telling me to run yet my legs froze...curiosity is about to kill the cat. The man bends down and rips the shirt of the helpless body and begins to pat his face walking over to me. I felt as if everything began to move in slow motion, he wasn't phased that I was there he just looked as if it was some normal thing. My hand finally let go of the handle and i began slowly backing up, I took a breath and turned to sprint away. As the door closes behind me, his hand reaches through and grabs me quicker than the speed of light. He pins me up by my neck against the wall, I squeeze my eyes shut. I began thinking to my self...this is it. This is it. I opened my eyes and seen his mouth wide open, he's teeth so perfectly straight and his black hair laid perfectly just over his eyes. I noticed two large fangs heading straight towards me...fight or flight kicked in and I began to try to wiggle. We made eye contact and I could see the evil in his eyes, but he stopped and stared at me as if he was analysing my every thought. He loosened his grip still pinning me effortlessly against the door. I kept eye contact as he kept mine.

"Why are you here?" His voice was soothing yet the most scariest voice I have ever heard. He had a deep melancholy tone, yet every word he said he just sounded angry. I take a breath and look away.
'I-I-I' I try to get my words out but it's completely useless I can't pull a sentence together.
"I followed you, i'm sorry I-I-I" My eyes begin to fill with tears, struggling to get my words out as he shows no emotion but anger. He looked frustrated, when my eyes began to swell up with meaningful tears. He sighs and let's go of his grip, and walks back to the body, with his hands on his hips shaking his head. As he turned his back I ran up the stairs as quickly as I could. I wanted to scream help at the top of my lungs, but who will believe me? The place where i needed to get to was my grans house and forget today ever happened. I slipped through the back doors of the building and began to run home. My heart is pounding in as I ran towards the narrow path way. I stop to catch trying to forget the gore experience I had just faced and the life i watched get taken.

I felt someone push me against a mental fence and I look up. To my surprise it wasn't him, yet a much older man. He begins to grab me and pushes me against the fence, my minds begins to race.
"GET THE FUCK OFF ME" I scream, pushing him off me, my adrenaline is already sky high. I am raging with temper, as I punch him as hard as I could around the face. He takes a step back, as blood began to pour down his nose his eyes widen. I stood as I looked my anger seeping through my veins.
"You shouldn't of done that..." He grumbles, closing the gap between us. He punches me across the face. I felt my body go numb, my vision flashes white then black. I slowly felt my body falling towards the floor, and a voice shouting. The same melancholy aggressive tone. Hands wrapped around my waists moments before I hit the floor.

...then silence fell...