My pockets were empty.
My fucking pockets were empty.
How the fuck do I get away now?
I, Dan fucking Howell will not be stopped. I can't! I worked so fucking hard for this, so hard. Saving up my money since I was twelve for my fucking wallet to be taken from my pocket, out of my tattered jeans, my tattered jeans I knew I shouldn't have ran away. I have owned those tattered jeans since I was young I knew they were easy to steal from. The ankles of the jeans no longer reached my ankles and they were so holey that the pope would look up to them. Fuck fuck fuck.
I took so long on that fucking train. So long that I have to sit here on a sidewalk, a puddle forming around my lanky form. Why would anyone even think I was rich enough to even pickpocket me anyway? I am so skinny and so torn and so sad so... so, sad.
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I'm not great at sneaking money away from people's own back pockets. I aquired that knowledge pretty quickly because perhaps it was the lack of sleep or perhaps it was desperation but I decided to do to other people what got me into the situation I am in now.
I waited until I saw someone I think would be a good target. I went for a tall man that seemed about my age in a black dinosaur sweater. His pale skin practically translucent, he was about as tall as me and had black emo fringe almost covering one of his eyes. His eyes were glued to the screen of his phone blocking out the terrible world around him.
Making him the perfect target.
And that target was a target I shot with ease. His jeans were about as skinny as me and I found that alarming. It would be an abstraction, but it wouldn't be impossible to steal his wealth.
As the man walked I could see how sluggish he atarted to get probably from the fact that it was like nine in the afternoon. I could tell he was tired, his eyes were about the size of the moon.
I reached into his girl jean esque pocket where the outline of the wallet was visible. It was well... awkward. Like who the fuck was I, Sam Pepper? Touching people's asses without their consent Smh. The tall emo man turned around, I should have been more graceful in grabbing the wallet without basically groping him in the process.
"What are you doing?" He scowled, showing a lack of emotion. He kind of awkwardly smiled afterwards. It was a little off putting, he just kind of stared at me, his eyes, his piercing blue eyes basically staring into my nonexistent soul.
He was kind of angelic to be honest, so pretty it was strange, especially coming from somebody locked in the attic of his dad's house. I was destracted honestly, he was hard to read, sometimes it's easy to read people but with him dit was strange.
I wasn't destracted for long, once I stopped being destracted by his hypnotic being I bolted. I ran for the hills not going to look back.
That didn't last very long. I got five minutes in and I collapsed on the sidewalk face first in a pile of mud and despite the apparent emptiness of the road, I heard footsteps. Yep footsteps, fuck. I pulled myself up awkwardly pulling at the edges of my depressing t-shirt.
At this time I had a feeling someone was behind me, I spun my head around and saw the weird emo man again this time he seemed rather pissed off.
"Give me my wallet" he stated rather nicely considering the fact you could tell his patience was wearing away quickly.
And then I stared, I just sat there and fucking stared. I could tell he was confused, but barely phased. He held his hand out. I gave him his wallet back.
I was done.
I have no money, nothing.
I gave him an awkward smile, "Will you report me to the police?" I asked childishly tilting my head.
He smiled back, damn he smiles a lot. "I would but judging by your condition, you don't exactly look like you get a lot of money." He replied
I then said "Okay". I looked down and wiped the fringe off of my face. I continued to walk the lonely road, the more I walk the more I realize lonely roads are the only roads I've ever known. I mean I don't exactly know where this specific road goes, but all I know is that it's only me and I walk alone.
As I walk I hear muffled shouts in the distance. I don't think anything of it at first but gradually the shouts got louder and clearer, I noticed that the shouting was coming from someone, directed towards me. It was the tall emo man.
Suddenly the emo man was behind me, grabbing me by the shirt.
"Why?" He asked, it was that one word, that one word that had me shattered on the ground making inhuman noises as the Pacific Ocean poured from my eyes.
I looked up from my sobbing fit and saw that the man was still there, still looking at me earnestly with those eyes. Those fucking eyes. May I take a moment just to talk about his eyes?
You can tell that black hair isn't his natural color. No one with hair that dark has eyes that beautiful. They are so blue, they remind me of the night sky when it's still blue, before it all fades to black. I guess his hair just makes his eyes pop.
I make eye contact for a long moment, just staring into swimming pools.
"Are you going to tell me why?" He questioned, his voice got nastier. He sounsded less like a friendly teddy bear from an annoyingly creepy kid's TV show and more like a fifteen year old boy going through his emo phase yelling at his mom. It was scary to say the least.
He walked off
I know why he walked off, he just couldn't stand me. He just walked away, probably never to look back, just like my mom. I sat there on the pavement running my fingers across the sticky residue my tears left. It was hopeless, I was hopeless. I just sat there whimpering like a sad puppy, on the sidewalk where everyone could see.
Footsteps were all I could hear and blurs of color were all I could see. People just stepped around me like a wet floor sign or a little girl's ragdoll. I got kicked, stepped on, and I even once had gum spat on me by a teenage girl with bleach blonde hair and short shorts.
The day grew dark and turned to night and I was alone until a shadow of a man showed up with something in his hand. I knew whk it was right away, the lanky figure, his eyes that somehow were just as beautiful in the moonlight as they were in the sun.
A/N
Ayyyy do you like it? This was my first time writing fanfiction so yeah.
