BEING REWRITTEN!
Everyone has a darkness within them. Sometimes a person will have more darkness than another. This could be said for Akeith. His past is twisted, and despite his attempts, he can't escape or hide his darkness.
Akeith also has somet...
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My breathing was heavy, my heart beat was fast. My body trembled from pain and the freezing air hitting my bare soaked form. My lungs felt raw from the cold air, my body screamed in agony yet i couldn't really comprehend how bad the pain was supposed to be. I felt numb to the pain yet at the same time i knew it was there. My muscles felt as if they were on fire as I ran with all the energy I had. I urged my body to keep moving forward, despite the pain coursing through my body.
I needed to escape, and I was.
Alarms blared in my ears making me wince at the intensity, the smell of cleaner and other repulsive scents hit my nose, making me scrunch my nose up. I could hear the slapping of my feet as it hit against the white tiles of the floor. I passed by door after door, hall after hall, the colors of the walls were all the same, a blinding white.
My eyes hurt and I was squinting them from the bright intensity of the walls and lights of the building I was in. Being so used to the darkness had left them very sensitive to the light. I forced myself to shake off all discomfort, to lock it away, forcing my body to keep going. This was a matter of life or death, and i refused to die in this hell-hole.
I was pushing my limits, and I knew it, but it if I didn't leave now, I'd never get the chance again.
Running down several hall as the alarms continued to blare in my ears, I could hear rattling of cages or cells, as well as calls for help. There were also animalistic snarls and screams that made my heart go cold.
Then an announcement graced my ears, causing me to push myself harder, things would get harder now.
"Experiment:156Z has escaped! Any who catch her shall be rewarded greatly!"
I ignored the announcement, and listened to my surroundings as a ran, searching for any other footsteps. I needed to avoid or kill anyone that came my way. There was no way they were taking me back there, alive or dead.
Excitement hit me, something foreign to me, but I welcomed it. My eyes were focused on two large white double doors, and I forced myself to speed up.
My heart was racing at an inhuman rate, my body was hot and i could feel the sweat making my steps slippery. There was a sensation in my ankle that would suggest i may have strained it, but i couldn't feel the pain.
My hand made contact with the door, making a thwack and I almost smiled.
free!
Something hit me, making pain course through my body, I felt myself fall, and I felt more pain course through my body as I skid across the cement, and I was out like a light.
3 years later:
Slow even breaths escaped from a motionless figure. A thin white sheet draped over their form. The mattress they laid on was lumpy and stained with disgusting colors. Sweat covered the body of the person and gradually their body began to start to awake. Almost as if their was an internally time, their eyes snapped open before the digital clock off to the side could go off.
5:00 a.m.
A gloomy feeling sat within my chest as it always did, a never fading negativity pulling at my emotional stability. Knowing what time it was without having to even look at my clock, I swung my legs over to the side my crappy mattress and onto the concrete floor. I stood while rolling my neck, as a response to the actions i could hear and feel the pops of my joints. My eyes landed on the cracked mirror hanging on the wall in front of me, rolling my shoulders, i begin walking towards it.
My eyes met with the dim green eyes of a pale boy, and a cold empty feeling sat over me as i took in the appearance of this boy.
The cold green-eyed boy had flat greasy hair that was the color of dark mud. His build was slightly muscular but he was still thin. His lips were cracked and dry, below on his chin sat an inch long vertical scar. Around his neck stretched a horizontal scar, making him look almost like Frankenstein.Around his neck below the scar sat a tattoo that had 7 black digits. Where his shoulders met his arms were two scars that stretched completely around his shoulders.He looked like something that was torn apart and stitched back together.
He wore a loose fitting white tank top that displayed tattooed and scarred arms and shoulders. There were more scars than tattoos. Around his hips were a pair of black sweats which were covered in holes and patches.
I sighed softly as I rolled my shoulders, working out the kinks that tended to form when i slept. My face was blank of emotion, giving me a chilling and disturbing vibe
Wordlessly I pulled the black sweat pants off, and pulled on a pair of worn black jeans. Then once I had put the pants on, I grabbed a red flannel jacket hoodie and slipped it on over the loose fitting tank top, also known as a 'wife beater.'
I sat back down on my crappy mattress and pulled on a pair of dirty work boots after pulling on my socks. Once my shoes were on, I stood to my feet.
As silent as ever, I stalked over to the corner of my room, and grabbed up a black back-pack and swung it over my shoulders, before walking towards the door to which I left the crappy apartment. Not once looking anywhere other than the door, everything else had no importance, i had places to be. My dull green eyes always trained ahead with vigilance and caution
I came to a stop just outside of the apartment, and looked around the building I shared shared with other people that had apartments as well.
The place was old and practically falling apart, the ceiling leaked, the carpet had nasty stains, and the place smelled like urine and mold, making the me scrunch up my sensitive nose.
"Disgusting." I found myself grumbling, my voice rough and harsh from lack of using it.
With a huff I moodily turned on my heels and began stalking down the old creaky stairs of the apartment complex. Reaching the first floor a high pitched nasally feminine voice reached my ears making me hold back a cringe. I felt a darkness flood through me, I quickly became agitated at the awful sounding greeting the trashy woman gave me. Apparently she was being seductive, but anything she did was far from attractive in any way.
I sneered at her, a brief though of what it would be like to wrap my hands around her throat and strangle her.
"You can't resist me forever Akeith-baby~" She giggles in a smitten voice.
I felt disgust flow through me, it was thick like the vomit that threatened to rise up my throat.
The woman was in her late thirties, but she looked older. Her hair was a fried blond and bright pink fake lips. She had fake lashes that seemed to reach the sky, her face was caked thick with a very tan foundation that obviously didn't match her natural skin tone. The woman reminded me of a crack whore in the outfit of an office worker.
"Thirsty skank." I muttered.
When I made it outside, I took in a deep breath, fully enjoying the fresh air that filled my lungs. Opening my eyes which I had closed, I briefly looked around the crowded streets filled with seemingly happy and carefree people, making a sneer form on my face again.
With a low growl, I began stalking down the sidewalk full of people. I always found myself feeling bitter seeing happy people, especially with his hole i had sitting in my chest.
I know it's not much, and doesn't have too much going on, but don't worry it will get better. :)
