Mystic Johnosn's BEAUTY - in killing.

Chapter 1

 As a small child, I tend to find myself looking out widows at the storm's as they raged from the sky outside. The rain would clash against the ground while lightning and thunder both took their turns with nature. My attention was taken from the outsides madness to find my mother engaging in tryst with a man she barley had known for not even a night. He had her against the wall, hands above her head as they left her dress careless among the hardwood floors. I carefully made my way to my mother's garment and placed it nicely on the arm of the loveseat as if I was asked to do so if situations like ever accrued. 

As I placed her dress on the loveseat, I heard a noise. It seemed to be coming from outside. It sounded like someone was almost redecorating. Throwing on my hoodie with a leather jacket overlay, something to have over my shoulders for warmth but also something to have over my long black hair that was tied up in a messy bun on the top of my head out of the way. I wasn't scared of getting wet, the rainwater didn't bother me one bit. Taking my black combat boots from  beside the door that were still a little bit of a water speckle design from me walking to and from school later that evening. I grew egger and went to walk towards the noise. 

I found that the noise was coming from an old wooden shed that was about 100 feet from my house in one straight stretch, but still just far enough for my hoodie to conjure up enough water for the dehydrated kids in Africa. I decided entering the old shed was a good idea at this point, upon entering I began dripping onto the floor profusely, as I looked down and went in just about another 2 feet, I noticed something... Footprints... 



My whole life, I had very few interactions. The ones I have had where of my mother's men she's had throughout nights or even the mail man who I often found more interesting at times, more interesting than homework and this was often caught short by my mother and her adolescent conversations ending with her becoming agitated and ordering the man to leave. So, this was a different level of instance, though I come to find myself curious on whom-ever entered the shed, this place of all places. I am sure there has to be way nicer places then this with way nicer sleeping conditions, but maybe that wasn't this person's motive. 

Each step, my leather boots would squeak this did not help me in making any attempts of incognito easy. Though in that moment this person also seemed to want some sort of interaction, and in fact I noticed this in my peripheric vision a figure that seemed to be breathing a little too fast. He was tall, but it was too difficult to identify his body type, at least in this darkness it was too hard to tell. I began to take out my cellphone from my pocket turning on the flash to ''accidentally'' discover this individual. He had this sort of expression if he was facing life in prison and just went ahead strapped him down to the gurne and injected him with pentobarbital, pancuronium and a lethal dose of potassium chloride . 

"It's alright, you don't need to worry. I promise that I won't make you leave."  My voice soft.  A girl in my position should be more terrified and not approach this stranger, though I have never been truly smart. My cell gave off just a little bit of light, though not enough, but in the same just enough so that I was able to see without bumping into anything. He was injured, leaning up against the wall holding his stomach I could see a faint sight of crimson staining his hands and shirt, though I still found myself feeling bad for him. 



It didn't matter the situation, it didn't matter what caused the injury I simply just wanted to help him. 

"How about your name? Then we get you cleaned up." 

There was a soft gleam in his eyes that almost mimicked in relief. Though I cannot say I was pleased at this. He made his way in my direction, and I brought him back to my house. He didn't really seem to mind this weather in which I envied him. And I know this wouldn't be the only time I would. Even though I didn't have a name yet, I felt as if this was a start to something.. A saga perhaps? Maybe even something dangerous. When I looked at this man, I got the same feeling as if I were to be standing Infront of a fireplace or bonfire. The slight temptation of wanting to touch it, feel it.. To simply just know yet the danger of knowing it's going to hurt  and hurt badly. Though to him my brain never seemed to work I never thought, only acted, and this would be my downfall.... 

This would end my sanity ... 

I often find myself thinking back, how my life could have possibly been different if I never went out into the rain like I had. Though once again I've never really been a smart girl...