Hey there. I guess if you're reading this they finally got past my security systems. Or other possible scenarios. But let's not go into the details.
My name is Key. Hilarious right? Well I guess if you want to know what really happened to me you're gonna have to read this whole journal. So sit in tight, lock your doors, close your blinds, and lastly after reading this burn it.
Burn it for your own good. Burn it so you won't get involved with the mess called my life. So I guess let's just start from where my whole world went to shit.
So I guess let's start on the day of one of my greatest missions.
But let's get this straight, I don't work for anyone and nobody works for me. I'm a loner.
Anyways, I had just left my regular coffee shoppe to get an extra boost for the mission ahead. I walked down the busy streets toward the country side to where the more "expensive" people live.
I blended in fairly well because I had just worn a red worn out hoodie with my favorite green day t-shirt and just some baggie pants with my DCs. Pretty normal. My long unruly hair was always in my face so I just put it back in a loose pony tail.
Before I went on to the country side I went to one of my hidden safe houses.
I just picked the lock as normal and walked in to see Houston making out with Hilary on the couch. They were working in each other's shirts. I just stood there with my arms crossed.
"Ah-hem, if I'm not interrupting your weak attempt at trying to get into that ditzy tramp's pants, I'd like a word." I say getting more annoyed by the second.
"Oh shut the fuck up Key. You're just jealous because I can get a man and you can't." She said in her snotty little voice.
"No the only reason I'm not sleeping around town is because I am asexual. And I don't need sex to waste my time with, because I don't actually want to be like some hormonal teenager." I say matter-of-factly.
"Shit. You wanna start something bitch?" She says as she gets up from the couch, shoving herself off of Houston.
Oh! and that's another thing, I'm 6'7" so nobody really can intimidate me. She gets up but as soon as she does with all of her five feet and four inches, that kids is when she realized that she had fucked up.
She instead after realizing her error, tries to brush past me, knocking into my shoulder. That was her one mistake.
I grab the back of her too tight tank top and pull her back, throw her to the ground and sit on her with all of my weight on her and put my hand over her mouth. She squirms and whimpers. I get close to her face with some of my black locks pouring onto her face.
"Don't ever start something you can't finish little girl." I say in my most venomous voice.
Tears were streaming down her face as she nodded. I released my grip on her and stood up brushing off dust. She looked confused and hurt. I held out my hand while rolling my eyes.
"Get up water works." I say annoyed.
She doesn't take my hand and goes over to Houston, who has just been sitting there the whole time, kisses him on the cheek and rushes out the front door.
I grab her keys off of the coffee table waiting for her to come back in. I see her through the window deciding whether or not to come back in. She goes to the door and walks in slowly looking on the coffee table where her keys were. She sees them in my hand and looks at my face with tears still in her eyes.
"Ya know if mom were still around *sniffle*, you wouldn't be able to be mean to me."
"Yeah and if mom were still around, we'd be dead. Come here"
I motioned with my finger. She walked over hesitantly. I brought her in a tight hug like we used to as kids.
"You know you're an ass." She said into my arm.
"Yeah. I know. But I do what I can to protect you. You are still my little sister."
I feel bad for her. She's only 17 and she's having to deal with all of this. What a shame.
"Get out of here. I have some business with Houston."
"Okay. Fine. We need to meet up sometime. After all this." She says with sadness.
"Yeah. Look out!" I throw her keys at her.
She rolls her eyes. "Bye Key."
"Bye." I say uncomfortably.
She leaves in her worn out Neon. Good riddance. Fucking asshole. Ugh. I hate her so much. I sit down next to Houston on the couch and throw my arm over my eyes. I feel a migraine coming on. He touches my thigh. I peek out from under my arm to see him staring at me like I was a ghost. You know that deer in the headlights look. He had it.
"What?" I say confused.
He clocks his head to the side and his eyes go glassy. He's drunk. My heart freezes. What the hell? What's going on? He still has his hand on my leg but now it tightens and he closes the distance between us. I'm now staring straight into his dead eyes. He reaches up and touches my face gently pulling my face closer to his. He rams his face into mine his greasy lips smothering mine. Yuck. Just as I try to pull away he grabs my hair and keeps forcing me to kiss him. He now grabs at my shirt and goes straight for my chest. What an asshole. I need to stop this. My breath catches, he lays his hand on my stomach and wraps his other arm around the back of me and holds me tight. I struggle against his body. He just grips me tighter. He squeezes my ass really hard. I know it will bruise later. He gets me on my back while still making out with me. His tongue searching and exploring my mouth. I bite it until I taste blood. He slaps me really hard. Enough to know my head back. Did he really just do that? What's wrong with him? He knuckles my belt and starts pulling at my pants and boxers. Ah!! Get off of me.
"ENOUGH!" I yell as I want waking up from my nightmare.
I see Houston standing over me looking at me like I'm crazy. I shoot up and punch him in the mouth. I hear a crack. Adrenaline still running through my veins I stand ready to throw another punch.
"What the fuck Key?! I thought you were having a seizure or some shit. Aww. C'mon." He moans as he holds his nose with blood pouring out of his hands.
I reel into myself realizing what had happened. What the fuck was that dream about? Oh yeah. It was how we first met. At a party. Drunk. When I had first told someone I was asexual. Him. He had tried to rape me. Haha. That dream needed right before the good part. It went on to me shocking him off, punching him in the jaw and face repeatedly, and me finally yelling I'm asexual you bastard. Good times.
"Dude. I'm sorry. I had... the nightmare."I say shyly.
H
e looks at me with understanding. "Ah. Damn. You still know how to punch." He smirks at me.
"Let's get on with things." I smile back.
We walk towards the back and we put our hands in the censors. I turns red. We walk down the stairs into the artillery. I grab all the handguns and grenades I can get. I grab my belts and knife holsters. And I put it all in my heavy duty hiking backpack. I grab some of my own creations and one of my many disposable laptops. And I grab 1,000 dollars from the safe. Hey, ya never know. Houston's just sitting on the edge of the table and watching me closely. I sling the backpack on and grab a few extra stuff and the clip the straps on. It's not going anywhere. Houston walks over to me and randomly hugs me. I stand there stiff.
"Sorry." He says almost inaudibly.
His face turns bright red and he races up the stairs into the kitchen. He makes popcorn. I roll my eyes. I finally glimpse my one pride and joy and I walk towards it.
I'm leaving with my gear I grabbed from my secret artillery room. And my skateboard. I go to the door and and take one last look.
"Bye Houston." I yell towards the kitchen.
I don't give him time to answer before I step outside into the cold of night leaving the smell of popcorn. I breath in and tense up. Always prepared for anything. I throw my skateboard down on the driveway and hop on. I tap the side button with my foot and the jets kick out. I smile smugly. I even installed that myself. I set my other foot on the board and my body automatically repairs for the take off. I'm smiling as I shoot past everything. I laugh as I put my arms out like I'm flying. I see the lights of the city shoot past. I see my usual stopping point. I lean back to wear the back of the board grates the ground and the front lifts up. It stops immediately. I flip off and land on my face and do a belly flip on the ground. As graceful as a baby deer on ice. Hey, nothing is perfect. I grab my board and stick it on my pack to the magnetic holders. I walk to the fire escape.
Okay this is always weird but it's awesome. I stick my head through the window and do the retinal scan I made. It beeps and turns red. I smirk. Another genius idea I came up with. Red means access and green means death. I pull myself through the top floor window into my studio apartment. I hit the switch that turns on the lights and fans. I set my pack down by the window. I won't be here long. I stop. Blink once and then turn towards my computer. It's on. Hmmm. I go over to it and look. It reads in blue letters NEW WORLD: REVOLUTION. That's when I pass out.
