Being→ SHADOW HUNTERS

C. 1

BILLIE'S LAST DAY OF IGNORANCE 

I picked up the coffee cup from the counter and walked back with it to my seat. I had nothing to do today, nothing at all. It was my day off and there was no extra work that needed my attention and I was giving myself all the me time in the world.

So why did I feel like I owed someone something?

It could just be all in my head. It most likely is.

I sat down at my seat by the window and watched as the strangers of Brooklyn passed by. I had managed to own an apartment and become a very talented artist, all in the span of-

that part.

I have no idea what age I am. I mean, obviously I am an adult but to be specific I'm not really sure. Somedays I wake up feeling like I was dropped in the middle of a random street and started my own life. 

But that can't be possible, a grown woman just doesn't show up with no background and no family in the middle of New York. I have to come from somewhere- someone. Two somebodies actually.

There have to be two people in the world who know who I am, or they could be dead. And I'm the only one who knows who I am but I don't know.

I kept on thinking about my mysterious past as I saw my two best friends walk past the cafe window. I called them over here because we haven't been able to hang out as much recently with their whole band thing and my art work. Clary and Simon stepped through the door and joined me at the table.

"Bille! Finally your free, we couldn't wait to hang out with you!" Simon exclaimed as I shot up out of my chair and gave him a hug, and then Clary. I smiled, "I missed you guys too! Are you doing anything tonight? It is your birthday and all."

I sat back down as they both shared glances with one another- band thing. "Unless you wanna come to our band-" Clary said very sadly with guilt in her voice.

"I will, you can meet me outside of your place when you guys are ready."

-

I watched the band load up their stuff into the van as I stood against it and watched all the club goers pass by. I was fiddling with my fingers as I waited for them to secure all the stuff up so that we could all go hard tonight for Clary's birthday. As I heard the door to the van shut I lifted myself up off the van and managed to mess up my footing and almost went timbering down onto the concrete of the hard night.

I would have, if it weren't for a guy with very strong arms and very handsome eyes. I looked up at him, my hands still on his arm breaking me from my fall as I pulled myself up. "Thanks." I said without another word as I turned around and went back to leaning against the van.

I was still looking at this stranger though, as he crashed right into Clary. Does he have no sense of direction? I chuckled as Clary gave him a mouthful and then the two parted ways. She came over to me, "Did you see that blonde dude?" 

I nodded, just as Simon and Maureen come over and look at us like we're crazy. "You mean the imaginary dude you were talking to?" He asked and I was just as stunned as Clary was to hear him say that.

"No the guy right there running into the club." She explained and we both looked over to the club entrance and saw he was running inside. How did they miss him he was like right there in their face.

"Clary there's nobody there." Maureen agrees with Simon on this one as I just scoff at them. I shook my head and got off the van. I legit almost fell to the ground without the help of that guy and his arms.

"The guy covered in tats, like-" Clary tried explaining again but just ends up stammering  and Simon hits her with another question. "What guy are you talking about?" I looked back to the club entrance and saw that he was gone, no doubt inside already.