HELL is HERE

Suspicion Of Hell

I picked up my dropped keys from the textured side walk that had been newly installed last week and swiftly locked the door to my small bike business. I haven't had much business this month because of all the cold snowy weather that's been happening. I gently put the keys back into my satchel and I walked to my old faded blue cr-x parked down the street, as I walked down the road I saw a person in an alley way near a clothing shop that's gone out of business. I stepped closer to the man and I realized he was living down as if he was hurt, so I rushed over and I realized a big gash on his arm,
"hey are you all right" I asked him gently. The man didn't respond
So I gently asked again.
The man didn't respond, he just stared at me with angry pupil less eyes. I stepped back cautiously towards my cr-x as the man stared he started to moan and he started to move viciously around on the ground, he kept staring at me lifelessly. I couldn't stare at him any longer I swiftly got my keys out of my bag, hands shaking I inserted the key into my door and I opened the door touching the cold metal door and into the slightly warm interior of the car and I turned the ignition switch on and the cars engine made a humming noise and then started up. I felt for the seat belt and buckled up. I rushed toward my apartment continuously remarking those pupils eyes staring so viciously at me like I was food.
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I arrived at the apartment building and I rushed up the hard metal stares up to my jammed apartment door witch I always have to bash open I rush into my apartment to look for sister witch she might still be working at the mic Donald's down the street with ended at her early shift at 5 pm today and I am supposed to pick her up early so we can celebrate are mothers birthday at the grave yard down the street. I check my watch and I realized it's 5:10 pm
"damn it" I whisper to my self and I rush Back to my cr-x to go pick her up, I rush around the traffic like it's a game and I get to the McDonald's I enter the drive way and I see my sister talking to one of her friends that work there. I zip up my warm brown jacket and get out of the car to go get her, I had a bad feeling in my gut from the moment I looked into those lifeless black eyes, I then snap out of it and I see look at my sisters black hair with her purple strip down the left side and her jacket all tattered and worn down form all these wintery days in Vancouver, but the most noticeable distinction is her purple and white eye because of the scar that goes through her left eye. It happened when my step dad was still around and he was having a fight with mom when we were children when she just turned 8 and I was 13 she tried to stop step dad when he pulled out his knife to put his wrath out onto mom and she ran in front of him as he swiped and it her her eye. Step Dad was arrested the day after when he turned him self in of guilt. After that mom died because of overdose of a heroin witch we found out about when it became to late for help, our life has been messed up ever sense that day.
" hey sis, time to celebrate" I look at her with a sad expression.
" ya I guess your right" she says in a monotone way she parts way with her friend and locks arm with me to the car, I realized how short she is when I have to look down on the top of her hair and it makes me rember the day we met when mom brought her down from the orphanage when I was a kid after my biological dad ran away. But now we are truly alone with no one to look after us but I can at least can look after her. We walked slowly to the car as she split from my arm to go on the right side of the cr-x and I open the door and I sit on the somewhat tared up cloth seat and I sat down and started the car up and I started to drive through the traffic of the city and we went to a few shops for flowers. We arrived at the grave of our mother and we bother were silent with tears on our face as I recalled just how wonderful a person she was the times we celebrated me and my sisters birthday and the times we would go to the park and go out for ice cream in the summer even though we were tight with money. She would always make us happy,
" Calvin" my sis says with a shaky voice and tears dropping from her eyes and hiking hard on the grassy patch before the stone grave In the ground. I come closer behind my sister and hug her and start to sing shakly happy birthday and she joins in to with a quite voice only I can hear. When we stop singing I look out in the corner of my eye and u see a man on the ground like the one before but he is puking blood and then he turns and starred at me and I stare back and I watch as his eyes turn from a light frost blue like the snow on the ground to a pitch black pupil less eye like the man be for, he looks at me with a very it's instinct to shred all the meat of my body like a wolf who's starving and just found prey. I quickly come to my senses and that bad feeling in my gut comes back from before, " hey sis, can we leave now" I say as calmly as I can to her,
" yes" she says quietly trying to wipe away the tears from her soft face. As she leans on my shoulder I wrap an arm around her as I export her to the car leaving the grave but more importantly leaving that man behind.