~ Monday morning, somewhere in London, not far from a place I once called home
I walked up to the school gate, as always, nothing unusual. Suddenly I felt the strong grip of an icy cold hand on my shoulder. Turning around wasn't even necessary, I already knew what was coming, but I did it anyway. A split second later I stood face to face with a big, fat guy. It was the same as usual, I still couldn't find a single sign of intelligence on that face of his. The only remarkable thing about it is his murderous smirk, like he's going to torture you until you reveal where you hid the cookie jar. "Oh, helllo Frank, how are you doing?" I ask, still cautious. "Don't talk to me like that yer little prick! where's my homework?" he asked. "I still need some more time, it still isn't ready" ~ not to mention the fact I threw the assignment in the river ~ " you can't expect me to finish it thàt fast can you? " - " Like hell I can, you better finish that homework pretty darn soon, or else..." Here goes, that 'or else' is going to mean trouble. Oh how I hate trouble... All I wished for was a nice, quiet life. " I will, I will, but... Can you please let go of me? I have to go to class". - " Fine, off you go" he said, while throwing me forward so hard I hit the wall. - " Can't you even look where you are going, bonehead?!" he yelled, while I tried to get up and stumbled to the classroom door. Ironically, the class' number was '666'.
I had already crossed a classroom door, an iron fence and 4 street blocks...I ran. I ran and I kept on running. One more corner and I arrived, one more corner and I survived... I finally opened the front door of my house and stepped inside, quickly closing the door and locking it. A few moments later I could hear loud noises coming from the outside. Banging on the door and an awful lot of yelling. Frank had been chasing me for four blocks, all the way from school. I went straight for the stairs and entered the bathroom. Nobody was home anyway, not ever, not now. My mother and father were both very busy people, too busy to ever look after me. Meanwhile I had stepped under the shower and started to shiver, water as cold as ice, just like his hand on my shoulder and the breath of his cold soul in my neck. Because of the shivering I suddenly slipped and fell against the wall. " God damn!" I yelled, trying to get up, "that's the bloody second time today that a wall is my enemy!" I stepped towards the mirror and looked directly at myself, while leaning on the edge of the sink with my hands. But what I saw? Something completely different, something... sinister, yes that's the word, sinister and grim. To myself I looked like a dark entity ready to devour a soul, or have I maybe read too many fairy tales? I have no idea. I went to my room and let my hollow body fall on the mess I like to call a bed. My eyes closed on its own and I didn't care about anything any longer.
