Sweet creature

F O U R

Sweet creature | Cold

The best view comes 

from the hardest climb. 

- Unknown

Kai

It's been a week since therapy. School has started but I still have yet to find my way there. To walk through those dreadful halls - to listen to the meaningless gossip - to sit through classes that teaches us nothing that'll prepare us for real life. It was so pointless. I hated the idea of it, and I'm surprised I've made it thus far - senior year. The 'happiest time of your life' they say - but I'm nothing close to happy, I simply just exists in this life. That's why I avoid High School - it serves me nothing, Instead I spend my time in the warehouse far off, past town. It's filled with men much older than me, but those strange men teaches me lessons. They speak their wise words, and I listen. The warehouse was a boxing gym - not many people knew about it's whereabouts because it wasn't exactly your ideal hangout spot. It was an old warehouse, that looked slightly abandoned on the outside. On the inside the walls were red brick, the floors were wood with a few cracks here and there, Metal pipes and air vents ran throughout the ceiling, and the main sources of lights came from the square sky light windows. It was a place I spent majority of my time. Boxing was my only escape from reality. When I pull my motorcycle onto  the rocky pavement I'm greeted by the owner Dan. Dan was a rugged muscular built 45 year old man with his gray eyes and beard - he was bald, but I'm sure if he did have hair it would be gray as well. He was about 6'0, with tattoos running up both his arms, and legs. He was intimidating to everyone, but to me he was like a farther. He took care of me for a few months when I was a kid - thirteen. He taught me how to fight, and to be strong - but of course  I was never truly his to raise. I ran away when I became rebellious at fifteen, but after the accident I came back. Never to live with him, but back to the boxing gym that I call home. The people that he invited into his gym were like family to me, my only family. Each person that came had a story to tell - this was a place for the unfortunates. People like me who have nothing. Dan too has a story, but I've never asked what. I also never seen him with anyone - no kids, no lover. Just him and his gym. Sometimes I wanted to ask him what happened, I want to ask him what gives him nightmares at night, but then I remember I wouldn't want anyone to ask me about mines - I wouldn't tell anyone willingly , but Dan was different. He knew my story - He knew my mother personally and that's why I feel like he allows me to come here so often. He knows I have school, and that I'm only eighteen - but he lets me be. He doesn't judge, and he does what he can to look after me. Dan was a friend to me.

"There he is" Dan greets me, His voice rusted and deep. I give him a closed mouthed smile as we dab fits. I never cared much for hugs, and thankfully Dan was the same. Hugs were just too affectionate, and like the emotionless coward that I was, I ran from anything that's brought me affection. 

"Just swinging by to punch the bag for a bit" I confess.

"well, gyms open, You know you should come out and fight this Friday night- I have an opponent that's set on putting you on your ass" Dan says. I look at him, and smirk. I've had a few matches here and there. After the accident I was depressed - filled with so much regret, and eventually the regret turned into anger. I hated myself, so as a punishment I started fighting real matches. My number one rule in fighting was that I must fight opponents 100lbs over me. It was my own form of personal punishment for what I have done. After awhile - after the injuries Dan convinced me to stop fighting. I hadn't fought in a year, but I was never scared of a challenge. 

"Tell him challenge accepted" I say, and Dan gives me a look of surprise. I give him a smirk before walking into the old warehouse gym.

"Look who decided to show his face around here" The sound of edge playing through her confident voice. My eyes meet her sky blue eyes. Her long jet black hair, different from the last time I saw her - it was short now, shoulder length, and it looked sexy on her petite frame. Sweat dripped down her breast and face, as a bottle of water clung to her hands. She was older - Twenty-three , but everything about me, invited her in. No matter the age difference, just by her body language I could read how desperate she was for me. I smirk at her - clearly unfazed.

"Did you miss me?" I tease. Playing her game was, fun. I felt noting for this girl, but my words were so harsh, and tasteful. It made it easy for me to play her in just the ways that I wanted. 

"Maybe" She says back, with just the same amount of tease in her voice as I had. My eyes scan her from head to toe - Uninterested. Unappealing. Nothing I wanted - but I smirk always, to pretend that she's the most interesting thing to me. 

"So I hear you have a match Friday, hope you don't get knocked on your ass" She flirts. Her eyes undressing me, and her voice is forcefully sexy. The desperation is almost unbearable. 

"Hopefully not" I say. Now my voice is back cold. I got bored with her quickly. I turn away without uttering another word, and head straight for a punching bag to release a bit of my misery. 

When I leave the gym, it's dark out. The only sound to be heard was from the bugs in the ground below me. The road was dark and empty. Tranquility begins to flood throughout me. I've found peace in my loneliness. Being alone has given me a sense of calm, that I can't quit explain. I guess I've been so alone all these years later, that I've grown to find beauty in it. Without another thought I climb onto my motorcycle and speed down the dark quiet road. Tomorrow I will return back to the place I've been running from - High School.