Amaranth

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 - Lia

 I’m feeling so enervated today it’s as if I’m about to just collapse on the floor. I’m really worn out and my muscles are screeching for me to stop moving and rest for awhile. Sometimes I just want some tranquillity in my life. It’s always so loud and busy. My father is constantly demanding that I study or train. It’s truly a pain but I mean, I don’t want a funeral just yet. Soon though maybe, this burden is slowly eating away at my psychological health. I’m invariably doing the same thing, never really having a meaning to my life. I never had a choice or a chance to pursue my goals or dreams, always being forced down the route of taking on the family business and becoming an assassin. It has always been an enigma to me concerning why I’m still alive, suffering this torture instead of just simply escaping to the tranquility I so wish for.

 That man that I walked into today was rather interesting though, he seemed like he had a normal life. How lucky, to be born into that kind of family. Maybe I'll meet him again someday. But right now I had other things to worry about, more important things. It was nearing midnight and I had most of the information I needed. Just a bit more and then after I got it to my dad, I would be done for the day.

Finding information is one of the most tedious tasks. There’s no form of excitement behind it, completely different from the exhilaration behind holding a gun. I spent all day spying on people like a little creeper, gathering information on a drug dealer. The background of the person, their acquaintances and family members; god I could be this person if I wanted to.

 After finishing I said my goodbye's to my father and his workers as I walked out of the building into the next. We'd probably be moving locations again after this soon. How much longer would I stay at this hotel, i wondered. Nevertheless I walked straight in my room and plopped on my bed. No way I had time to undress, sleep was the only thing I was worried about.

 When I woke in the morning I turned around to see what time it was, hopefully not too late. After seeing the time, though, it was in fact very late. I quickly jumped out of bed, tripping on the sheets in the process and landing on my face. Ouch. No matter. I got up and dashed into the bathroom, changing as fast as I could and before I knew it, I was out the door and down the stairs in the lobby where I was greeted with a vaguely familiar face.

 Well, saying greeted is quite an extreme due to the fact that I was almost attacked by this guy. I find it dubiously rude to just come up to someone you don’t know and ask for money but maybe that’s just because I actually have manners huh? I guess everyone has their own opinion about the definition of ‘polite’.

 That’s the intriguing bewilderment of the world. We all are so different, resulting in the evils of the world to evolve and develop. Yet, at the same time, these differences let us fix our own problems, creating a harmony. I laughed at how profound my thoughts were and decided to follow by balancing out this situation and paid for his room fee. I know that somewhere in the back of my head, beyond all the indifference and the assassin I was raised up to be, I felt remorse for killing and wanted desperately to make up for it. One good deed at a time, I’ll try make up for my wrongdoings, because nothing is worth more than a life. I wonder how many acts of kindness it takes to achromatize these blood-stained hands?

 After paying I hurried to get to work. I was utterly confused about the rare occurrence of me waking up late. I was coming up with various plans to get out of being scolded when I suddenly toppled to the ground. It gave me a bit of a shock before I managed to ask him to get off of me, even though my face was basically in the asphalt.

Immediately, he got up and helped me to my feet. It was the same guy. The guy I had paid the hotel fees for. What did I get myself into?

 Then he asked me if I had his keys. Why would I have this man's keys?  Oh right, he was the man from yesterday. He must have thought that I picked up his keys by mistake. I am positive that I didn’t and I told him that which in turn made him slump down a bit, and I felt a tinge of pity for him. Maybe I could help him, after all, I was already late.