letters assembled.

part 33

"I have never truly read your writing ___..."
I nod my head but inside wonder what he means.
"I think... I understand. I think you have changed my view."
I still question what he means but stay silent.
"Do you know what these are?"
He held his hand over the desk to me.
Small cameras, blinking red... Powered off.
"They are watching you. They will be here soon ___."
"Why are you helping me?"
"We will speak again, you must go now!"
Pounding came from the door, indicating that the establishment was here... For me.
"Now go!" He opened the window and I jumped out of it. Landing to the ground with a splat.
I awoke and immediately perked up.
I was back to reality.
Well... The same place I spoke to the sky and the Earth... However 'real' that seems.
You shake your head and try to awaken yourself out of the daze.
I look around anxiously remembering the whole thing and what might happen to that man for helping me.
I tried not to think about it as I got up off the bathroom floor again.
Ow my face hurt.
Damn. I must have fallen hard.
I walk to the living room and grab my empty phone again.
No notifications... 3:21 am.
Damn.
I was out for a long time. I glance outside to be sure the demon is not here and sit back down.
The scratching began not long after as I grabbed the pistol from underneath my couch and aim it at the window.
"Not tonight." I say.
"Not tonight." I say again aiming the pistol at the window it was scratching on.
When the banging began I shot three shots directly out of the window into the creature and shattering the glass.
The thing bursted through at full strength depite the wounds it had sustained to its body.
I jumped over my couch in retreat and fired two more rounds directly into his head.
The being fell to the floor... Defeated.
Dead.
I took a step towards it and realized it was wearing something on its bony wrist...
I took a closer look.
It was a tracker.
Smoke canisters shatter through my windows, filling my living room with thick Gray smoke.
Gunshots fire as I blindly attempt to navigate upstairs.
My feet find the steps and I dash up them
As I turn into my room I see men standing on my roof, rifles aimed at me through though dead eyes and dressed in the shiny metalic armour.
I saw the "G" armband that he wore...
They were here.
I held my half unloaded pistol out at the man and fired two shots. Both shattered my window and landed in the mans neck and face.
He fell to the roof outside of my window.
The smoke fills my bedroom from the downstairs as I await the men to enter and kill me.
Two more rounds remained in the pistol, if i was accurate i could kill two more of them but thats it.
I had to figure out a way out of this. Quickly as the men surrounded me.
A man entered the room alone as silence surrounded me as the world paused around me.
He wore a suit, a monocal and toted a long cane.
"I am here to talk to you."
I could hear the helicopters and other futuristic devices surrounding my home. I took aim on the man and peeked out of my bedroom window.
Hundreds of police and soldiers surrounded us.
The international force of this reality.
Of this existence.
These beings were higher dimmensional, but in this axis of space and time took shape as humans.
It was easy to hide amoung us.
To manipulate us to giving them control to handing the wealth and loyalty of our entire planet, to play with... Like we were ANIMALS?
I hated these men with a passion and if I had more bullets I would have taken as many down as I could.
"Im not sure who you are... But you work for them and I don't trust you..."
"I know you dont. But we are not savages like the lower dimmensional apes that you are."
"Do you not know that in this place I could kill you. A bullet in the head would do the trick."
"You like diplomacy... You like talking. You are an execption."
"Okay you're right." I lowered the gun a bit.
"I just know you aren't like the others..." He whispers.
"I know you wont kill me." He demands.
"Thats where you are wrong."
I aimed the pistol to the unarmed mans face and pulled the trigger.
I watched as his lifeless body fell to my carpeted floor.
Before anyone had time to enter to kill or arrest me i turn the gun to my temple and pull the trigger with my last bullet.

I picked my head up from my desk and looked up at the clock 7:21. The day had barely started.
I stand up and interrupt my bitchy homeroom teacher from attendance just as she calls my name.
I turn around as she calls my name a second time a bit louder.
"Absent." I mutter as I walk out of the door.
I walk through the now empty halls and into the only unlocked bathroom open.
There is no teacher to watch who goes in and who goes out.
I look down at the smeared ink on my hand that she had drawn on me last night. But after i saw those messeges this morning, fuck that bitch.
I pass people playing dice betting with chains and stacks in the bathroom.
Tryna sell me dimes and percs and zans.
"Nah bro." I say as I walk to the sink and begin washing my hands to try to delete my memory of her.
"Thank god I aint get a tat for her." I thought as I remembered just how head over heels I was for her.
But hey who cares how much I care.
To them It only matters how much I make.
How much I create.
Yeah. Its never about how much I fucking loved them.
Tears form in my eye as first bell rings and people flood into the bathrooms.
"Get my number bro I heard you be looking." He said.
"Sorry bro Only weed mostly bro and I got my plug."
I say.
"Bitch ass nigga." He says under his breath but loud enough to be clearly heard.
I just walk out of the bathroom, trying not to stumble or listen to that douche.