No Way Out

Chapter 1 - New guy

(Pic of Leslie on the side---> )

Chapter 1

Sitting on the rooftop, the cold, grey day blows a gust of smog her way. Psh, Leslie Mai thinks to herself, this doesn’t bother me in the least. The rooftop was in the middle of the busy, hustle and bustle of Hong Kong. The cars were hooting, people were shouting at each other, small market stands of fermented tofu and bubble tea were yelling out their promotions. All in all, it wasn’t the quietest of places.

She looks up at the sky and closes her eyes as she brings the rolled up concoction that someone sold her in the alley to her lips. She breathes it in, holds it in for a bit and puffs it out with a small cough.

Not half bad, she thought as she quizzically analyzes at the weird cigarette drug. She brought her knees to her chest and rested her head on it. She was slowly losing feeling. She finished the rest of the cigarette and tossed it off the building. Hopefully that didn’t hit a cops head, Leslie inwardly laughed.

But even that laugh, even to her, was emotionless and stone.

Her long jet black hair, flapping in the cold gust of smog and wing, the sting of the some of the scars healing themselves – everything was a blur. Leslie felt nothing. She was finally on cloud nine.

For a whole five minutes, she forgot all her worries, sadness, stress and exhaustion. She was able to have a carefree mind, to forget the whole world and just be free. Most importantly: 
To just smile genuinely.

But those short five minutes were up and when everything came flooding back, the smile on Leslie’s angelic and peaceful, fair face was wiped off and replaced with a cold and emotionless expression.

She could feel her eyes were red rimmed and that short trip wasn’t enough for her. Back to the sleeping pills tonight, she thought. She honestly hate sleeping pills. Depending on them so much is bad and she knows that. Then why are you smoking weird unknown drugs? She asks herself.

If only I knew, she’d reply.

She gathered her bags and combed her tangled, birds nest of hair with her fingers and started towards the fire escape stairs.

Slinging her pale grey and black skull shoulder bag over her shoulders, she shoved her dainty, long, slender fingers into her pale grey jersey pocket that was underneath and longer than her black blazer. She loosened the red ribbon around the white collar of her dress shirt and untucked it from the black, navy blue and grey pleated plaid skirt. She felt freer that way. (a/n: honestly, i had no clue freer was a word. Microsoft word corrected me...) She felt confident with every stride in her short, delicate white heels with black knees socks

Leslie looked down at her feet and wondered what she’d eat that night. She didn’t feel like eating, so should she bother?

She pondered a bit more on that until she bumped into something. A someone to be exact.

“Ow!” Leslie fell to concrete ground with a hard oomph.

“Oh geez! I’m so sorry!” A voice replied and as she looks up, she sees the most adorable boy in her eyes. Her cold and icy brown pools with a gold slit connect endless indigo eyes. A long slender figure held out a hand for her, he had pointed face, gorgeous dark blue eyes – almost black – and faint dark pink lips from maybe because he was chewing on it so much. He was wearing a black pea coat, a blue v-neck and faded blue jeans with black sneakers. It was an average outfit but it looked so nice on him in her eyes.

“Here, let me help you up,” he said, his hand still waiting for hers.

Leslie, being incredibly socially awkward and didn’t know how to respond to such a situation just pushed herself off the ground and patted the dust off.