'Come on, let's have fun together!'
'Seriously, don't be shy and let's just enjoy this moment!'
They give me one more hit in the gut before they left.
Before I know it, I was laying on top of the ground, full of bruises and cuts.
As usual the warm grey asphalt smells like rotten cheese mixed with a tint of lime. The wall behind me was bright red with a lot of horrible scribbles on it. Something that I see almost every day, I'm pretty much used to it by now.
Suddenly I remember a scene that continues to replay itself on my head. Hoping to forget that scene that haunts my life like a shadow, I did a lot of various things. Until today, it still remains in my head as something slightly more frustrating than it used to be.
As it gets colder I stood up, took my bag and went home as usual.
Today's "party" took quite longer than usual; the sun had almost gone down completely. It isn't even winter yet, but somehow today's air was quite cold already. Even though I personally request them to end the "party" quickly out of concern, instead they made it longer than I expected.
Unlike me, they seem to enjoy this "party" very much. Honestly, I was quite bored of it already. In fact it may be slightly more of an annoyance than an excitement, especially since they did the same pattern over and over again. Seriously, how do you even count that as "fun"?
Do you people actually think that beating an underage kid nearly to death as something "fun"? Clearly, you people are out of your minds. The first thing you do is always dragging the kid out to a place beyond surveillance, violently dropping the kid to the ground with some degree of force, start spouting some lines that as supposed to be quite offensive while beating them down with some hits, kicks, slaps, and add in a few more sarcastic and racist lines, threaten them a bit with sharp objects like broken glass and scissors and knives and such; and do it all over again the next day.
Really? Is that all you people can do? You don't even bother to add in a bit more spice and stuff, yet you demand constant attention and execution of this "party". Your guest is quite sick of your lame and boring "parties" already.
Well, I guess my body isn't really something you would call "normal" anyway; I wasn't really bothered by it. Compared to what I've been through, that was nothing...
I stopped in front of an abandoned, dull green apartment building. I went through the alleyway and went up the stairs that lead to one of the windows, opened it with a piece of metal and hopped in. Inside was a studio sized room filled with a lot of cardboard boxes and old newspapers. Near the door, on a stack of rags, lies a man in his late 20s, drinking a cup of instant coffee.
I stared at him and said, 'What are you doing here?'
'Quite cold aren't ya?' He puts down his coffee, stood up, and approached me. 'Even though I was the one who saved your life 2 years ago, and this is how you treat me?'
'I never asked you to save me, nor did I say that you could break in here and make yourself a cup of coffee. Besides, that one's not mine. That's-'
He smiled at me and laughed 'I know. That's why I took it.' He finished the coffee and threw the cup to a nearby "make-shift" bin.
'Fine. What do you want? If you want to involve me with the Black Swan again, then forget it.' I put my bag on top of the nearest cardboard box and went to get a piece of bread from the nearly clean kitchen area of the room.
'N-no no, of course not! Ya know I'm not that kind of person, right?'
His friendly face and silly antics, as well as a few other things; perhaps his carefree attitude. Makes him look so harmless doesn't it?
The first time you meet him you will think he's a very nice guy and suddenly became best buds. But I've known better. You'll think he's such a nice friend, you won't realize it when he eventually stabs you up front. He is one of the most cruelest and sadistic person I've ever met. Oh, he won't kill you; he just wants to destroy you and burn you to the ground, and all the people you care for along with you.
To think this guy was the one who "saved" my life... Honestly, the world is never fair does it?
'Then what are you here for? If you're just here to hang around and become an eyesore, then I recommend you leave early before I-'
'Okay, okay! Sheesh, so uptight. Today, I'm here for this.' He handed me out a bundle of paper. I took a quick scan of the first page.
'Wha-? Don't tell me they-?'
'Well, I wonder...' He snickered, clearly obvious that he can no longer contain his excitement.
