I arrive home from school and make my way up the stairs to my room. I set my things down and huff flopping onto my bed like a deflated balloon and sigh "School books are no fucking joke this shit doesn't get easier" I say aloud to myself.
I flop onto my back and stare at the ceiling having full understanding that I have homework to do but not having the motivation to do it. I finally with a bit of self convincing manage to talk myself into grabbing my bag and rummaging through it for my, pen, notebook, and my English text book. I begrudgingly open my book to page Three hundred forty three take one look at it and like the procrastinating little shit I am decide its a little stuffy in here and decide to open my window.
I look down from my window which is two stories above the ground, onto the concrete street below me cracked side walks without a hint of mother nature in sight. I take a breath of "Fresh city air" and smell something almost metallic, no definitely metallic and very strong. I work my gaze around the area and finally spot a dead man laying on the side walk almost completely covered in blood and some poor soul down there trying to give him CPR "HOLD ON I'LL CALL AN AMBULANCE" I shout out my window. Although I feel like it may be to late for that. I get my phone out of my pocket and am suddenly pushed back against the wall my phone falling and clattering to the floor.
"You really don't wanna do that" a voice says. I remain frozen to the wall when a male figure comes into view. He was tall broad shouldered with dark short hair and a extremely animalistic grin on his face. "How charming, it doesn't speak" he grinned. His Emerald green eyes shined brightly as if this was all a hilarious joke.
"I...I speak...and if you don't leave I..may have to call the police...my mother will be home soon" I lied shaking. He tilted his head and looked at me deeply into my eyes and smiled like a cat looking at prey "Frightened mouses shouldn't lie."
And that my dears is where my problems began.
