Grayson's POV
The sun was coming out again. It was already going to light up my room and wake me up. I could feel it. Well to be clear and honest, I could feel it everything.
The light of the sun came from the window and the birds were already singing their beautiful melodies. Right now, my home was an odd and abandoned house that was in a shinny camp. The house was of the color brown but just a little more dark and ugly.
It was a little bit dirty. The window of my room was a little bit dirty in the borders and it had a lot of years. My bed was dirty too. It was a little bit big and comfortable. And it was united with a big closet that was full of books.
Old and amazing books which contained adventure. They were my favorite.
And going back to the bed, there was me. Grayson Miller. A blonde guy who has a dirty and crazy hair and also is handsome and pale as well. Also an eighteen year old guy with an homicidal instinct.
The dirty-pink-sheet was covering my waist and my legs, letting my head and chest visible. But it wasn't much a problem. I sleeped with clothes anyway. In this day, I wore my ordinary and classic clothes. A black shirt with long sleeves that finished on my wrists. And a brown pants followed by my best friends. My brown boots.
My eyes opened at the instant that the light of the sun get to my sheet.
Giving a sigh and trying to feel alive again, I just lay there. Looking at a blank space. Consider me like a weird guy who loved the fun and hated the rules. But also a guy who need love in his life.
Then a strong sound hit my ears. Someone was knocking in the front door of my house. That was weird. No one ever walked around here. I scared them all. The fun never ended and I liked that.
No crap. No shit. No rules.
I get into a sit position, lifting up my waist and my head, putting my hands at the side of my body. My head frowned.
I instantly stood up, taking the sheet off of me like a crazy guy and run to the window where the shitty sun always went.
Putting my hands in the edge of the window, I take out my head out the window and look down.
I see four young teenagers. All in black. They looked like tiny people from up here. It was funny. The one that was knocking was a guy.
"Hello? Is someone in here?" The guy in front of the door of my house asked while knocking even more.
"Gayle, please stop..."
A femenine voice said.
There were two more behind him. A guy and a...
My eyes started at the...girl. She was....beautiful...interesting. The guy that was knocking looked at her and she rolled her eyes while sighing. She wore a black short dress followed by a black and sexy jeans and a converse.
Her brown hair was long and it ended in her breasts. She had A Good body by the way.
And there was a black heat in the top of her head. Her lips were red and little but perfectly curled. Her nose was a little bit pink at the top. She was also pale like...me.
The guy that was next to her was holding her. He had a style of hair like mine but it was brown. He had a brown eyes with little bags down his eyes.
Use of drugs. He is a smoker. But that doesn't mattered. I was just looking at her.
The guy called 'Gayle' sighed while turning around. "Well, guys, we don't have home today too..."
"our lives suck..." she said while sighing and looking down.
"Don't worry, Emely. We will find a home soon."
The guy next to her said. She just nodded, still looking down.
Wait, they are looking for a home...I want her to stay. They can't just go. Is the beautiful girl that I see and I am going to lose her?
Really? I just want her. Not those guys. Her. Only her. So taking all the breath I could, I go downstairs to the front door of the damn house.
They couldn't see me but...I opened the door. The door moved, making a terrifying and weird sound. Gayle turned to the door as same the guy and Emely. They stare at for a few seconds.
I was hiding behind the door, keeping it opened.
"Should we went?" Emely asked. Gayle nodded with his lips parted, still looking at the door.
Damn, they are going to went. What the fuck did I just did?
YOU ARE READING
BEING DEAD.
Spiritual“Have you ever asked yourself...how was being dead? Well, catch his answer from me. My name Grayson Miller, a homicidal and...I was dead. It was fun.” There was no rules for this guy. He walked down the streets of the city that never sleeps, he danc...
