Jokers

27

Aria's Pov:

...

Everything hurt.

Pain sparked through my back to the point that my eyes were watering, I wanted to go back to sleep but my mind was far to awake to allow that to happen.

My back was no longer bleeding out, I could no longer feel the thick red liquid streaming down anymore, instead I could feel tight bandages covering them securely. 

I finally took the time to look into my surroundings, to find myself back in my room. The dim room and the uncomfortable bed that I was now lying in were almost definitely the place i'd spent my life in for the past 3 years.  

How on earth had i made it back to my room? 

The last thing I remembered was missing the target and having to pay for the mistake. I only remember closing my eyes and once i'd opened them I was back here. 

As if by answer, my room door creaked opened, i tried to sit up but fell back down again when i felt my wounds splitting open. So instead I craned my neck to see. 

Aarons boy. 

He stood in the doorframe, looking straight at me. He had very bright brown eyes. I could understand why he would always cover the bottom half of his face. Perhaps it was his one thing that he never wanted anyone to see. Fair enough.

I'd only ever talked to him a couple of times before, primarily to annoy him but I was honestly curious of his whole existence to be fair. 

I mean come on, In the whole 2 years that i'd known him I didn't even know his name. The first time i'd ever seen him was 2 years ago when I was 13 years old. 1 year after Ollie and my father had died.

Suddenly he started walking closer to me, I noticed then as i always had that he was incredibly tall. Perhaps 5'10 and he seemed quite mature and older then me maybe. I'm 15 so perhaps he was 20 -21.

"Was it you that helped me here?" My voice sounded hoarse.

He nodded. 

"Why?"  Even though i'd asked the question i was still surprised, He normally kept to himself, never got into his fathers business and only did what was asked of him. 

He didn't answer me, instead he just continued his walk to me, to then turn to my desk. I never used my desk that much and it was only a foot away from my bed as my room was quite small. He picked up the half empty bottle of stale water and poured it into my glass that was next to it, he then messed with a sort of plastic thing, that from my position on the bed I couldn't see.

A few minutes later he was at the side of my bed, clutching a glass of water in one hand and 2 small circular pills in the other. 

Now what the fuck was that? 

"Why did you save me if you just wanted to poison me later?" I murmured under my breath while suspiciously looking at the pills. 

His eyes seemed to light up. A smile? I wish I could have seen that. I've always wondered how he looked. 

Before I could say anything else he set the things on the side table and headed for the door. He was leaving. I didnt want him too. As pathetic as it sounded i didnt want to be left alone.

"Wait." I called out. 

He stopped. He didnt turn around or anything, his back was still facing me, but he still stopped. 

"Your name." I croaked, my voice seemed strained. "Whats your name?" 

He didnt say anything then. He just stood there for a while as if he was surprised, stunned even, 

"Rin. My name is Rin." 

He then opened the door and left. Closing the door behind him. 

Rin Vincent. That was his name. Rin.

...

Water.

I needed water. I have no idea what I had been dreaming about but it was something that had made my throat dry up. Probably not a good one then. 

I heaved myself out of the bed and clumsily made my way to my door. I looked at my bedside table at the clock. 11PM. I didn't even know when i'd fallen asleep. It was around 5pm when I'd gotten back from shopping and then by the time i'd reached my room it had been 6pm.

 I had no water in my room, I'd have to try find the kitchen. I swung the door open with more force then I had intended to, Oh well. 

The hallway was dark and from the looks of it, it seemed endless as well. A gentle breeze chilled my arm. 

A gentle breeze? Where the fuck had that come from. I looked to the left of me and saw a window that was wide open, I hadn't noticed it due to it being so dark. 

It looked mysterious.

This is exactly why I will never be able to stay alive in a horror film, i'm too damn nosy, I mean for all I know is that if I go through that window and there some sort of serial killer lurking there i'm so fucking dead. 

Anyways so yeah I pkoed my head out of the window. 

Oh. My. God. 

Stairs. There were stairs. What the fuck. 

I so had to see this.

I climbed over the window, while almost falling from it, I managed to catch myself before I fell down. It should be fine if fall anyways, I could survive a 4 story drop. At least. 

Don't ask me how I know this, its a very very long story.

So I climbed over and clambered on up the stairs. This was so exciting. About halfway up the stairs, sounds of faint music tumbled into my ears. Was someone up here already? 

I looked down at the ground from where I was, damn I was high from the ground. I don't think I could survive a drop from here, perhaps I'd have to try it out. I had to hang on to the stairs that were more like ladders now so that I wouldn't fall off. Craziness.

The wind was getting a little more colder, I wish I'd bought my baseball jacket now. The sound of a guitar and a gentle voice were getting louder and closer. 

I finally made my way up to....a balcony? 

A balcony on a roof. Madness. 

It was a small space. Perhaps 5 foot long and 2 foot wide. A boy was sitting on the edge of the concrete railings with his legs dangling off of it. His back was turned to me but he had a guitar in his hand which he lightly strummed and he was humming. 

His hair was lit up by the stars in front of him while the wind gently tussled it. Black hair.  

Dark black hair that could only belong to one person.

Leo Santiago.