Transported

6. Witness

Angel and I sat on the floor next to my wall in my bedroom. We had pen's and we were drawing some decoration on my wall.

Normally, I would be watching TV, but as a punishment from Wendy, for beating Kieran up, I wasn't allowed to watch TV. I didn't care, thanks to little kids, there was never anything good on.

"Why did you tackle him down?" Angel asked after I explained my punishment. "I was fine,"

"No you weren't. He annoyed me and if he annoyed me, I don't know how badly he annoyed you,"

"Violence doesn't solve anything,"

"Look," I paused to make sure Angel was getting all this. "That bastard was poking his nose into stuff that was none of his business. He had no right. He deserved it," Angel was quiet after that. He had nothing to say.

Angel could ditch me and watch some TV himself, but he decided to stay and draw stuff on the wall. We talked and laughed at our terrible drawings on the wall. Angel and I somehow trailed off our conversation and became silent. To start another conversation, I drew a man in a suit. I tried to make him look as posh and neat as possible. Seeing it, I chuckled.

"What are you laughing at?" Angel asked. I didn't respond, just continued laughing and pointing and the terrible drawing. "Who's that then?" I pointed at him.

"You!" I chuckled.

"How's that me?"

"It's how you look when you are at school. All put together and stuff,"

Angel gave me smile but somehow showed that he was annoyed. I loved that look.

"At least I don't have my skirt short like a slut!"

"Oy!" We both laughed.

We had known eachother about a week and already we were insulting eachother and loving like brother and sister. I never had a sibling, I wondered if that was what it felt like.

"Well, I'm gonna play some music," Angel stuck his hand in his trouser pocket and took out an ipod. They had some ear phones attatched. "You wanna listen?" he held one of the ear phones to me.

"Yeah OK," I took the ear phone, I wasn't expecting much. Maybe some rap crap that was so over played. I put the earphone in my ear and smiled. I recognised the song instantly. It was called "Too Easy" by The Soul Cousins. I listened in to the lyrics.

"I've made at least one mistake

Life can be quite hard to take

But don't give up

I know you might feel real blue

But you know it's not just you

Don't give up.

Don't give up.

Givin' up's Too Easy!

Don't give up but not just to please me!

Happy endings are not just for fantasies

They're for you, me and families

Life maybe uneasy

But don't give up, 'cause that's too easy!

I can tell-"

***

I saw nothing, just darkness. I could no longer hear the sound of the beautiful music, but muffled yelling.

The dark always fascinated me. It was the mystery of not knowing what was infront of you. Sometimes I had a feeling that when the light would come back to me, my parents would appear. But this darkness was not the kind I liked.

There was a dusty smell, wherever I was, I could tell it was left like this for a while.

The muffled shouting continued. I sat and listened, I thought I might try to work out what it was they were yelling about.

I waiting for what seemed like hours for something to happen, me to return back to my bedroom with Angel.

I saw a little bit of light coming from what seemed like a crack. I crawled over to the light and peeked through the crack. There were feet, one of the pairs of feet had very well polished black shoes while the other two pairs were scruffy trainers.

'Should I open the door?' I asked myself.

I chose what I was going to do, I chose to open the door a crack so I could see what was happening.

I closed my eyes and gently pushed the door. It creaked, I bit my lip at the sound, I hoped I wasn't heard.

There was more space for me to see so I had another peek, this time, I could see their faces. There were 3 faces and they were all in an office type room.

They were all men, one of them was short and dressed in a fancy navy blue suit with a yellow tie. His hair was brown but thin from his middle age. He was quite short and had some glasses on.

Another man was bald and wearing a white vest with jeans. He had tattoos covering his arms and he was holding a gun.

Standing next to him was a man with black skin. It the kind of very dark shiny black skin. He wore jeans and a hoodie and had a black layer of a ringlets on his head.

"Sean, do it!" the bald man handed his gun to the black man, who's name was obviouslu Sean.

"No, I don't want to do this!" he responded. They had American accents.

"We had a deal, do it!" Sean stared down at the gun, everyone in the room looked at it. I was starting to wish I stayed in the cupboard hiding away from this scene.

"It ain't right. I'm not doing it!"

"Fine, then, I'll do it myself!" the bald man snatched the gun out of Sean's hand and pointed the gun at the man with the glasses.

The glasses man was trembling, he was silent. He closed his eyes waiting to take what was about to hit him.

A bang echoed through the room. The glasses man fell to the ground and lay there on the floor. I wanted to scream, but nothing came out, thank God, if anything did I could have ended up the glasses man.

Sean stood there trembling as much as the glasses man did.

The glasses man was still alive he was on the floor in pain that was all.

"Just to make sure he... " the bald man didn't finish his sentence, he didn't need to.

The bald man crouched down beside the glasses man's head and place the tip of his gun just above his ear. I realised what he was going to do and looked away into the darkness. My heart pounded violently as a bang vibrated into the walls.

***

"I closed the door so nobody would come in and see you," Angel said as he held out my red blanket for me. I didn't grab it and wrap it round me, I stood there. Angel wrapped it round me himself. We both then sat down leaning against the wall we were drawing on.

"Are you OK?" I stayed quiet. The chill of the gun. The bang as it vibrated against the walls, it stayed there in my head.

When I looked at Angel, I burst into tears. I don't know why. Was it joy I was back? Fear from the gun? Or was I just hormonal. I didn't know, but I knew that this wasn't going to end soon.