Secrets Make Us Dead {C.H}

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   I quickly weave through the busy sidewalk, passing a variety of people, some young people who just moved here and are hoping that they have a shot in life, and people who seem that they have no time, their watch placed in front of their eyes as they try not to spill the extra caramel shot frappe their boss decides to have everyday before their various meetings and worksheets. I keep to myself avoiding any physical contact, hoping to avoid seeing their secrets creep in within a slight graze of our fingers. I come to a stop realizing the street was less crowded where I stand now. I look around taking in the big buildings that look strange placed against the rundown streets and warehouses. As I question my location I back myself against a building attempting not to look lost. The last thing I need is someone asking if I need help. I check the time on my watch and cuss under my breath before looking back up to see the area clearing more from the last time I looked. There's an eerie feeling in this area and I feel as though the temperature has dropped 20 degrees in the last few minutes. From across the way I can see a boy staring at me from his place in his car. I look away, acting nonchalant as I round a corner hoping to escape his piercing gaze. I begin walking faster once I can no longer feel his intimidating stare, pulling my hood over the light brown wig placed on my head. I look at my surroundings attempting to piece together how far I had till I would arrive to the destination. As I look around I realize that my time is limited setting my gaze in a subway station placed a few buildings over. I approach it keeping a look out for the black car that's been in the same places as I for the last few days. The one the brown eyed boy was watching me from only minutes ago. The brown eyes that seem to hold more than a soul but a familiarity of something from a long ago time. The same eyes I've seen in nightmares for years.