Basketcase

Iron

My feet effortlessly climbed each slate of metal, jumping to the roof in one swift motion, following the clear red arrows painted in a strict fire escape procedure.

I ran up to the familiar shack-like building, jerking open the door and whipping through, passing the uncomfortably noticeable bar, cautioning it as I neared.

I quickly skipped down the steps to the fiftieth floor, jogging heavily to the elevator shafts and impatiently jabbed the downwards facing arrow, imbedded behind a clear square plastic button cover. My feet marched habitably in place, lightly stomping into the elevator as it arrived and the doors opened. I quickly pressed the 'L' button instantly as I walked in.

I breathed lightly, shaking my hands as a tension release. Okay, iron. There's iron in greens and meats. Maybe steak and broccoli? There's a waffle place... My stomach gargled fiercely at the thought. Waffles... I grabbed the bareness of my abdomens beneath my shirt, telling it to "Hush, I must think of Ryan first."

The door dinged and I let go of my stomach, blindly rushing forward, my face colliding with a solid, flesh, structure. Crinkling my nose, I stepped back, leaning my weight onto my feet. My head rose, releasing the tension and staring blindly at a ruffled mob of luxurious brown curls. My heart stopped unconsciously, as did my breath before I forced air to cycle.

"Marissa," his bright but huskily deep voice sang in harmony and pleasure to my ears.

I blinked in focus, staring awly. "H-harry," I stuttered, my tone dazed and choppy. My fingers unconsciously fidgeted with a strip of hair dangling near my cheek.

His head tilted, ever so slightly, resembling a staged puppy dog pout, "What's up?" he breathed, his sweet morning breath blowing mine away.

A silence fell as my stare became lost in bewilderment, in false thought of pondering his words. 'What's up?' what a beautiful question. My muscles on the urge of relaxation but my eyes suddenly snapped to the question and regained focus. "Ryan..." I realized in a soft response, repeating her name in a more built and loud tone, "Ryan!" I said in remembrance. My feet shifted in to a stutter, my pace racing to a place jog. "Ryan, room-"-I pointed my finger upwards in the elevator-"-I have to get her iron!" I stated, urging my hands for him to move, "I had to leave her." I paused a moment realizing my error, correcting it naturally, "Went through the fire escape. I locked the door! Oh, he must be so lonely! So lonely, I-I gotta go!" I continued rambling on my thoughts, my head lowering in shame. Another thought popping in my head, "Steak!" I said in a rather loud and abrupt shout, "Steak and broccoli. Or asparagus!" I scrunched up face in disgust, "Gah! Asparagus."

I focus my stare forward, watching Harry's expression of confusion, acknowledgement clicking of his existence. "Adieu," I nodded, before quickly brushing past him, consciously, but not idealistically, leaving the beautifully handsome god like mortal, dumbfounded with my rambled thoughts. I wonder if he'd process any of that.

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My hand instantly snuck into my hair, scratching the ruffles in thought. "Ryan?" I breathed, question and confusion slipping my lips. My eyes wandered the empty lift, pausing in stare above.

A stream of voices echoed down the hall, my eyes widening to their distinctively higher pitched tones, and my body jumping in quick response, air flowing quickly and cooly over my bare upper legs. I forcibly injecting the close door button into the pad, calming as the doors closed. I'd come this far. I cannot get caught now. I flicked the fiftieth floor button.

I leaned back into the bar, flattening the ruffled fabric over my thighs, tensing to cold metal in remembrance. Jesus, Marissa. You're so cherrish now, how'd you heal so fast. My breath sighed deeply at the thought. God that must of hurt.

I tilted my neck, cracking it left and right as it moved, rolling smoothly on my joint. Kicking my knees out, I bent down and stretched the rest of my body. Finally rising back into a lean against the mirrored wall, flipping down the flustered cloth reaching mid thigh. I wonder why she was getting Ryan iron anyway... was he hurt? An opened wound? What if he's gushing it out now? They probably couldn't have gotten proper caring because of this place being so hectic! "Shite!" I cursed, reservably. My fists tightening to the thought of our involvement preventing and disturbing their health.

I stared up to the flickering numbers; rising and glowing a paled red; coming into it's forties. My finger quickly slipping over the forty-ninth floor in a confirmed final decision.