I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom looking at myself. I was so worried that I wasn’t going to look right. I turned to my side, and looked at my clothing. Jillian passed by, and looked into the bathroom.
“It’s gonna be ok, you look fine.”
“Are you sure?” I asked turning to her.
“Positive, you are the most beautiful young man that I’ve seen.”
I blushed a bit, and looked at her. “You really think so?” I asked.
“I know so, now get out of here! Go get out of here. You have a dance to get to.”
“Right!”
I left the bathroom, and went to the front door. I brushed off my jacket, and then opened the door.
“See you later guys!”
“See you!”
I stepped out of the apartment, and closed the door behind me. I breathed out, and then began walking down the hallway. I reached the elevator, and pressed the button. The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. I stepped in, and went to hit the button when I heard someone call out.
“Hold the doors!”
I stopped the doors from closing, and looked at the person. It was the neighbour from down the hallway. She quickly stepped on, and looked at me.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.”
I hit the button, and the elevator went down to the ground floor. I stepped off the elevator, and then walked to the front doors, and held the door open for my neighbour. She smiled, and stepped out before jogging over to her car. I closed the door, and then made my way over to the bus stop. I was about an hour early for the bus, so I decided to wait at the stop for the bus. Bad idea.
Without any warning, I was grabbed from behind, a hand over my mouth, and dragged into an alleyway. I tried screaming but no sound came out. I opened my mouth, and found myself a place to bite down. Blood spilled into my mouth, and took me by surprise. I pulled away, and spat the blood out. It splattered all over the ground.
I was yanked back again, and then a rope wrapped around my body, and a rag shove in my mouth. I was quickly, knocked out before I could try screaming again.
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I woke to find myself laying inside of a very beat up car. It was currently moving through the streets of New York. I sat up slowly, and looked to see who the driver was. I could clearly make out my father, in the haze that was called my vision. The car pulled to a sudden stop, and it caused me to tumble straight into the back of the front seats.
“Mph!”
My father turned in his seat, and looked at me. “Your awake….”
He then climbed out of the car, and then opened the back door to pull me out. I kicked at him, and tried screaming. My scream only came out muffled, and my attempts at kicking my father failed.
I was dragged from the back of the car, by my ankles, and then slung over my father’s shoulder. With my hands tied together I began beating on his back trying to get him to drop me, or at least let me go. Again my attempts at anything failed.
I was dragged into yet another abandoned building, and tossed onto another musty old bed. I began squirming in my restraints, trying to release them a bit to get out of them. Without warning my father came over to the bed, and knelt on the edge. My eyes went wide, and I began screaming again.
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I woke to find myself tied to a pillar, and my father asleep on the bed. I squirmed a little, and found the rope that kept my hands behind the pillar was much looser than I thought. I pulled my arms from it, and then immediately began to untie the rag from around my head.
I stood up, and quickly found the pants that had been torn from my legs last night. My pants were tucked underneath my father. I sighed, and looked around looking for a weapon. I quickly found myself a piece of wood with nails stuck in one end. It appeared that this place was used for underground fights, or even a gang hideout.
I made my way slowly over to the bed, and my sleeping father. I held the piece of wood tight in my hand, several slivers of the wood cutting open the palm of my hand. I leaned down and took my pants in my free hand, and began pulling ever so slowly. When they wouldn’t budge, I began tugging, and that woke my father up.
“What the hell?” He said, turning over. “How did you get out?!”
My eyes went wide, and as he reached out to grab me, I raised my arm with the piece of wood in it. I suddenly slammed the wood down onto his head, the nails quickly sinking into his head. Blood came from the side of his head, and he quickly died. I stared at the dead body of my father, and stood there shocked at what I had just done.
I had just killed someone. I looked down at my hands, which were shaking. My cut up hand was bleeding pretty good, so I tore of a piece of my dead father’s shirt, and wrapped it around my hand. The white fabric became soaked with blood, and I just ignored it. I yanked my pants from beneath the body of my father.
I pulled on the pants which had become covered with some blood from my father’s head. I then sat down on the floor of the room, and slowly placed my head in my hands. After about a minute of sitting there, I looked up and around the place for something sharp. The only thing I could find was a piece of glass.
I picked the piece of glass up, and then looked at my already scarred wrists. I then began digging the glass into the skin of my arms, to the point that the cut would be fairly deep. I dragged the glass through my skin, the pain becoming so strong that I was about to scream. For hours I sat there disfiguring my arms, letting the pain calm me down.
After I had run out of room to make any more cuts I stood. I began punching on of the wall over, and over again to the point that my knuckles became bruised, and bloody. Night fall came quickly, and I slowly made my way out of the building. I stepped onto the streets, and walked off down the road.
I got many looks, and tons of people asking if I was ok, which I responded with “I’m fine.” At one point I pulled my cell phone from my back pocket that was slightly broken now. I opened up my contacts, and went straight to Quxxin’s number. I dialed his number, and put the phone to my ear.
“Hello? Aadin?! Are you ok?”
I just stared blankly at the pavement as I keep walking. “I’m ending it all…” I simply said, and then hung up.
I shoved my phone back into my pocket, and then kept walking. Eventually I found myself at the base of a tall skyscraper. Just as I went to enter the building, I heard sirens somewhere off in the city probably coming this way. I just ignored them, and entered the building. I went straight to the stairs, and then went straight up to the roof.
On top of the roof, I walked to the edge, just as the sirens reached the building.
I heard Jillian yelling. “PLEASE AADIN COME DOWN FROM THERE!”
Another voice joined Jillian’s. “AADIN!!” It was my mother’s.
I breathed in, as tears started streaming down my face, and as I reached the edge of the roof, I looked down to see that there were police cars, a couple ambulances, Jillian, John, Amanda, and my Mother down there.
I stared up at the night sky, and then looked back down at the ground before taking a step.
