The Lovely Twist In Our Veins (An Eyeless Jack P.O.V & Romance)

9 - Kiss My Cold, Dead Lips

"No knew cares about you; we all have our hidden agendas.

And we'll hurt whoever we have to to get exactly what we want."

- N

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Dinner, dancing... And chatting under the stars?

I could do that.

Okay, maybe not the dancing aspect of this fiasco. But dinner and boring small talk, I could manage.

I sighed, climbing onto the large, faded green dumpster that stunk of rotten food and years of sewage. The sketchy alley behind the new Italian restaurant on 85th street had little to no lighting, making this ascent quite simple; I wouldn't have to hurt any unsuspecting passerby's.

I shuffled over and latched onto the rusting ladder that suspended from the ground in hopes to keep robbers or no good teens from climbing up with intent to do bad. I, however, was not a robber, nor a no good teen, so climbing onto the ladder was not difficult. I pulled myself up, taking my time with a multitude of things running through my head.

The whim to come up here in the first place was fairly random, and I wondered where, or why Nadia got the idea. It was particularly random, with no real reason to it whatsoever. But she insisted, and I couldn't figure out why.

Moreover, I couldn't figure out her current state of being. She had changed so much from just a few years ago, and I wasn't sure it was a change I favoured. Her pure, naïve innocence that I had taken for granted those many years ago was now stained with blood, and although her annoyance hadn't vanished, it was not to the same degree as it had been; she was annoying in a different way now. Not to mention her devilish smirk, or will to kill. And let us not forget those color shifting eyes of hers...

Nonetheless, I was here, climbing onto the roof of the restaurant and there was no turning back. Sighing, I pulled myself up and stood, glancing from left to right. The roof though, was barren, only a few miscellaneous objects lying around that had probably been thrown or left up here. There were a few pieces of trash as well, and an article or two of clothing. But my, was the view lovely. The building out looked a particularly busy street, but just past that and another row of shops, the park came into view and so did it's shining lake.

Memories flooded back into me, such as the time Nadia and I played that dreadfully immature game of hide and seek. It was partially entertaining, if I must admit. Well, up until the point where she passed out and began to bleed from her nostrils.

That reminded me of her previous state of being, the one where she was deathly ill and on the brink of submission to the Grim Reaper. I didn't remember feeling particularly worried, or filled with sorrow until now, where the thought of her actually passing away hurt my chest. I wondered though, how my life would be now if I hadn't have changed her. Would I have missed her as much as I know I would now? Would I have even cared?

Do I even care this very second?

"Stop squirming!"

I turned around, realizing that I had walked near the edge of the building for a better view of the park, and stared at the ladder. Up came a woman who I had never seen before, a piece of tape slapped firmly across her mouth and wrapped tightly around her bound wrists. She was lightly whimpering as someone below pushed her to go to further, and I folded my arms over my chest and waited for an explanation.