The Dark Side Of Him

『 1. The beginning. 』

The cigarette laid on the tip of my lips. I slowly slid it out letting the smoke carefully escaping my mouth. I watched the wind blow the smoke away to never be seen again, disappearing into the cold, crimson lit sky. Everybody wants me to stop smoking but, I can't. It's the only way I can release my pain besides drinking. I don't drink to have fun and to get "wasted." I drink to forget things about myself. I don't get what's wrong with me. I thought everything was going to be perfect and then... It all went downhill. My parents barely told me I was born to be a twin but he didn't make it and that's when I ran away. Then, the girl I once loved had died in a burning house. I'll miss her. Hopefully she didn't forget me.

I sighed. I took a deep breath before sliding the cigarette back into my mouth. My hands were in my pockets. I muttered, " Everything is going to be better.... Bullshit. "

I began to walk away into the dark cold city. I lived in New York City, in a nice room in a nice hotel. I still make a lot of money even though I am quite young. Honestly, everyone thinks I have a perfect life. They don't know about my dark side. Sometimes, I wonder about life; is it really worth living? I guess you can say I doubt there is a reason to live. I frowned and then I sighed. I took a deep breath with the cigarette hanging off of the top of my lips. Maybe everything will change by tomorrow. Hopefully.

I approached my hotel. The doorman held the door for me. " Mr.Banks, you cannot smoke in the hotel, rather alone at all, it's bad for your health. "

I shrugged. " Yeah, yeah. " I took the cigarette out of my mouth and threw it out. I then walked through the door that the doorman held for me. I know he was just looking out for me, maybe I shouldn't have been so rude. I'll apologize one day....

I walked into an elevator. Suddenly, a young lady yelled and charged at the elevator before it closed. In a blink of an eye, she stood before me causing the elevator doors to reopen. As she stood in the elevator, I stared at her. Well, I wasn't a pervert or a pedophile or anything but she seemed so familiar. She seemed like.... Never mind. It's stupid. The girl looked so young, I wonder how old she is. I wonder if she's here with her parents. She is so small- then again... I'm just freakishly tall; 6'5 to be exact. She had dark hair just like she did. I didn't get a quite good look at her face but, her eyes were grey with a hint of crystal blue in them. Her lips were pure pink as well as her cheeks. She's so beautiful, I thought to myself. Almost like her.

I didn't quite pay attention to the floors, I was too busy being dumbfounded by her beauty. Her lips were so kissable. Suddenly, the elevator opened to the top floor where my loft was. She got off at the same floor. We went our separate ways tonight. She went left, and I went right. It was like, I got to see her again.

As I got inside my loft, I threw the keys on the counter and walked towards my room and collapsed on top of my warm, soft bed. I stared at the ceiling, asking myself questions over and over again. Questions like: Who was she? I kept wondering. Hopefully one day, we shall cross each other's paths once again. Then, I'll talk to her. I slowly began to drift into deep sleep thinking about her.

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I was in a house that was on fire. I was stuck. Suddenly, I heard her voice. " Help! Ronnie!!!! " I softly cried.

" Where are you, Juliet?! " I ran around the burning house.

" Over here. " Her voice kept saying. As she repeat the same dreadful words, the loudness of the voice descends. I cried loudly. I ran around the burning house. I was so frustrated. Suddenly, I stood outside of the burning house, watching it crumble to the floor. I cried. Suddenly when everything was black, her voice returned to haunt me. ' Why didn't you save me Ronnie? How could you leave me to die? Did you want to kill me? ' I wanted the voice to go away, yet I didn't. I loved hearing her voice, and it's been forever since I last heard it. Those words killed me. I didn't want her dead.

If only I could of saved her...