Flawed Perfection

Flawed Perfection Ch. 12

I'M REALLY SORRY I HAVEN'T UPLOADED IN OVER A MONTH! TT-TT I just got side tracked what with Nutcracker and stuff but I've got A LOT of free time on my hands now and can write a lot more now! I haven't edited this...btw XD but when do I ever edit? LMAO! The song on the side is Safe & Sound by Taylor Swift. I'M OBSESSED WITH IT! It's for the Hunger Games ... I think. The picture on the side just links with this chapter :P so yeah...enjoy and I uploaded before 2012! (for me)

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I woke up later and it was dark out. The curtains were drawn open and I could see the night sky.

“What the heck?” I mumbled to myself sitting up and rubbing my eyes. The clock read 1:36 a.m. Great, I never woke up and apparently no one came to get me for dinner. 

There was a loud honk from a truck making me jump out of my skin. New York, the city that never sleeps. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, standing up. Ugh, my back hurt and so did my neck. I need to stop sleeping so awkwardly.

I felt wide-awake. I could do anything right now. Another car blew its horn and I wondered why not take a midnight stroll? I bit my lip. Mom and Dad wouldn’t exactly want me out and about at 1:30 in the morning. But then again, I was an adult; well young adult at 18.

I shrugged to myself and grabbed a jacket in the dark. Who cares if I go out? I’m not going to do anything wrong. After all if this is the city that never sleeps there must be something to do around here. I wondered vaguely if Luke or Hazel was awake…probably not. Why would they be?

The door opened quietly and I only hoped that the stairs wouldn’t creak. Luckily they didn’t but the garage door is a different story. I frowned. There was no way I could take my car out without my parents waking up and flipping out. Eh, I could walk. Lose a few pounds.

As I passed the kitchen I spotted the quarter of bread left on the platter. Well…if I was going to walk all night. My stomach growled, confirming my decision and I walked out the front door with a piece of bread in hand.

The street was mostly quiet except for the few cars driving along. I walked down the driveway munching on my slice of bread half wishing I’d grabbed another piece.

The air was a bit chilly and my stiff neck didn’t help me feel any better. On the upside it was a pretty night and I could probably walk to the park or something. I set out on my journey to the local park. It was maybe half a mile from my house. Easy walking distance.

There were a couple people out and about at this hour. Most of them were people who looked like they were just rushing home from a night shift somewhere.

I frowned seeing a poor old man sleeping on a crummy little bench by a trashcan, curled up on an old pizza box. I fished around in my jeans pocket, searching for some kind of money. Homeless people always had a soft spot in my heart for some reason. Everyone just said I was too soft. I pulled out a quarter and two dimes. Only 45 cents.

Sighing I sat the money on the bench next to him. Maybe he’d be able to buy a half-eaten bagel or something. The poor guy looked about my dad’s age. He had a scruffy beard that was flecked with gray, and he was in dirty clothes that looked like they hadn’t been washed in weeks.

I tore my gaze away from him and headed towards the park. I could already see the sign. It really was a beautiful place. Everyone loves coming here. There was a playground for kids and benches scattered around the place for adults to sit and watch. Great climbing trees and picnic tables. The whole place looked like a snapshot from a Christmas card all covered in snow.

The place had a cool chill to the air as I walked towards a bench.  There was snow covering it so I brushed the white fluff off.  I sat down and looked around me. The ice glistening on the branches of the tree I was under. It looked so bare without any kind of leaves to cover it.