A Soulmate Story A Day

6 ~ God, Do I Hate/Love

[Published 06/10/15]

Warning! This contains more mature language *cough* swearing *cough* and awful homophobicness.

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Running. Running. Faster. Faster. Jump. Jump. Roll. Roll. Fall. Land.

That was the difference between myself and her. She would land. I would fall. Subtle differences but many similarities gave us quite the connection.

She grabbed my hand, pulling me up roughly.

"Come on!" She yelled, and we were off again. Running.

God, do I hate running.

I could hear them behind us. Their feet hammering hard on the floor as the rain hammered onto our heads as we ran round the streets of London. She knew all the short cuts, back alleys, secret passages. I felt like she was basically a GPs system sometimes.

Left, right, left again. Stairs.

We ran up the metal stairs. I slipped a few times, feet nearly falling through the gaps. Arriving at the rooftop she looked about around and I bent over trying to catch my breath. I could still hear them. They were on the stairs and advancing.

"They're coming!" I hissed at her. Whipping round she grabbed my hand and lead me over to the edge.

"We're going to jump, OK?"

"No!" I yelled. Too late. She flung herself over to the other building, landing in a crouch.

"Come on!"

We were high up. The drop was probably fatal.

God, do I hate heights.

Before I knew it I was soaring through the air landing in a crumpled heap on the other roof top. Good, I survived. Phew.

I didn't really get a chance to properly breathe or regulate my heart beat so that it didn't feel like it was building up to launch off into outer space. She quickly seized my arm, dragging me to behind a small construction that had a door for crazy people who wanted to go to the roof. I clutched onto her for support. And breathe.

Our pursuers had gathered on the other roof and were being productive by shouting insults and threats to the empty air. I had to stifle an immature giggle.

"Come out you fucking pansies!"

"Bet you're scared now! Little, gay shits!"

How is being either little or gay adding to the insult? I wondered silently to myself.

"Come on faggots! Enough of hide and seek!"

"We will find you and beat your fucking, lesbo brains out!"

It was almost comical to watch them shout homophobic insults on a rooftop in the middle of a heavy October downpour. It somehow reminded me of anger management classes, where you go and shout everything to an empty space instead of at actual people.

Yet it did make me worry. We went to school with these jerks. Of course we were going to see them sooner or later and I doubted we'd have a nice, civil chat. Then I turned round to Sara and was reminded of why I admired her so much. She always thought on her feet.

In her hand was her phone. Recording everything. Everything.

"They say all soulmates are equal, but if you're a girl tattooed with another girl's name as your soulmate, that's just bullshit! Absolute bullshit!"

"Yeah, fags like you ruin the soulmate thing for us!"

"One word of advice, do the world a favour and go fucking die!"

I almost laughed again. How exactly is that 'one word'?

Sara nudged me. She looked smug but also had a kind of sadness in her eyes. I reminded myself of how idiot's words, no matter how idiotic, did effect her in a way they didn't effect me. God, do I hate the people who make these comments that make her feel less than she should. Planting a kiss to her ear I whispered,

"Screw them. I'll always love you."

She smiled taking my hand as we crept round the back of the building and through the door. Flying down the stairs after we heard them shout, "I hear you, you little pricks!", we finally burst through the doors at the bottom and arrived out onto one of the busy, rainy streets. Sara hailed a cab.

In the comfort of the cab I admired her tattoo. It was on her neck and although it was of my name it had a lot of her personality in its scribbles. Moving my head to look out the window I noticed the cab driver's tattoo. It was faded. My hand crept to Sara's for support.

"You better not die before me." I whispered.

"You're so reckless you'll probably die first anyway." She giggled back.

I kissed her cheek.

"Good."

God, do I love her.

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A/N:

So this one was a little rough and random, but to be honest it's a lot more similar to what I've previously written.

All of the insults used in this are purely fictional and have nothing to do with any of my views (just to clarify).

However there is a part in it where the character questions why adding 'gay' makes it any more insulting and I-being in a highschool full of imbeciles who have verbal diarrhea- have often wondered this. The answer I immediately discovered is that, unless you're homophobic yourself, if someone 'insults' you by calling you 'gay' you shouldn't feel offended. The only reason to be offended in this situation is because they (the arsehole calling people gay) sees it as an insult as to why they are using it.

I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore. But basically, don't be homophobic kids!

Laterz

-TheLoneAlbatross