The ground was piercing cold, I had too much. I was lost its 5’oclock in the morning and I had absolutely no where to go, it’s the middle of October the sun wouldn’t come up for a while. I couldn’t move, or at least my body refused to.
“Veronica?” masculine man said. I couldn’t make out who it was. As wasted as I am, I’m positive that my name wasn’t Veronica.
“Who is Veronica?” I questioned.
“Come with me” he demanded.
“I’m not Veronica.” I slurred. He bounced like a shadow in that instant I didn’t know where he was or if I was finally starting to passing out.
“Come with me, my dearest” he said faintly.
“No, you can leave me alone now.” I said using the little strength I had to force myself up, I wobbled into an uneasy fast walk. It felt like the alley went on forever, what I wanted to know was why I had to go down a dark alley... How convenient. I slowed down I couldn’t go on, the vodka and rum made its reappearance on the black cracked concrete it burned just as it did when I was drinking it.
“Come with me “he whispered in my ear.
He was back, I jolted forward. He got a steel grip on my arms, he proceeded to pin me against the brick wall. I was weak I couldn’t fight back, his strength compared to mine was unnatural. I let myself fall, “if you’re going to kill me-”he cut me off.
“Please don’t speak about this.”
He was forced to kill me, but he has the wrong person. I have nothing left to leave for so I might as well make myself useful and save someone else. I nodded, slits of tears ran down my red cheeks.
He dropped me, I wasn’t hesitant. I ran, I ran as much as could my perspective changed, I started thinking clearly. If he killed me, he would die too, because I’m not Veronica.
“‘People, oh thank Jesus there is people” I said running towards the group of people my age. I tripped in the process, they laughed hysterically.
“No, I’m fine really.” I said with a heavy amount of sarcasm, even though I knew those idiots wouldn’t get it. The only thing running through their mind is if they are going to “get it.”
“No, need for sarcasm. I am here.” He chuckled and held out his hand, I just stared. A burst of fear indulged me, a part of me thought it was the man attempting to kill me, but it wasn’t. This guy is the complete opposite his voice is velvet and soft not harsh and forced. His eyes are a water blue and gentle not cold and emerald. So my hand filled his empty extended one.
“Impressive aren’t I??”
“I’ll say, because I’m not a stranger that will jump you for money afterwards.” I winked.
“Everyone is a stranger until one of us starts the conversation, and I got five bucks and a gum wrapper.”
