The Adventures of the Sociopaths

The Shade of Pink

It's so cold, colder than anything I have felt. Except for the branding heat that radiates from the back of my skull and lower abdomen. Male laughter echoes off the walls as I kick, claw, scream, anything to get me away from him. While his buddies watched, laughing. The advisors on the other hand were no where, they didn't care about the orphans running around the ominous hobble of a orphanage, or the animinaty that transpires here. Now this is the consequences of my naive idiocy. I opened my heart and now this person who had became my best friend, boyfriend if you will. The only person who showed me any kind of affection, or at least this small stable of affection. He was every stupid girls dream, bring promises of protection and a caring nature. Kind, gentle, and loving. This was His "payment" as he called it for his protection and care. I refused but I was punched in the gut and swarmed by his brutes. He beats me with whatever he could find, slaps my screams away, and pulls my hair. He pulls a knife next and drags it over my pale skin, I could feel the warm crimson across my skin. It gave me nausea, and made me lightheaded yet I continued to fight. I feel his cold body clime on mine me. My mind starts to shut down. The walls seem to close in, black ooze comes from the peeling wallpaper. My vision is haze red as he tried to claim my lips for his, yet I still am unwilling to comply. Breaking the enthrall hold on me I bite down with all the force of a sixteen year old can muster and he recoils as blood drips from the wound. I see this as my chance, I spit blood and saliva in his face blinding him. With a kick more powerful than anything these boys have seen I strike the two holding my wrists in the guts and bolt from the chamber. I climb the splintered stairs leading to my room, but not without the accompaniment of roaring voices with my name on there lips. They're wolves chancing pray, rabid men that howl in my ears. Other voices join them, whispers that tell me my worst fears. I cut my feet on the old wood, I try to control my breath but it only quickens. Though a life here was never a plan of mine, he made me stay. He lead me to security, friendship and then something more. How much of a fool could I be in one day, well not a fool enough for I always keep a packed suitcase under the bed incase of a quick escape. This place has been nothing but hell until I found him, then I realized I had been flirting with the devil. I jump over the old stair that I've learned breaks when stepped on,  the breaking of the mirror in the hall with it's shards litter the ground. It's a long shot but I'm not going down that easy. I make it inside my closet if a room. I throw on whatever clothes that I found to cover my nudity. Shouts of curses in the hall at the crash of breaking wood. The door to my room I have blocked with any furniture in the room, though its not much, it could still buy me time. However it's not holding. They are breaking the barrier and the door with it. I'm trapped like a fox in a cage, and my hunters closing in. Then a crazy, wild, stupid idea comes to mind. He had just kicked the door through before locking dark eyes with my cold blue ones. His anger flutters for a moment as he sees me on the window frame, suit case in hand a wicked smile on my face. I salute with my middle finger before falling backwards letting cool breeze wash over me with a feeling of being lighter than air. As the world rushes past me I hear the piercing shriek of my name one last time echoes in my hears.
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I gasp as I awake in my bed. With a crazed look around the room I find that my nightmare happened again. The same damn one that plagued my mind ever since I dove out that window, but that was ten years ago so why am I still having that dream? I fall back against the stiff mattress with a strained sigh. The clock on the bed stand lights up with a three in the morning. Knowing I won't be asleep anytime soon I desire a walk and begin prepping myself for the cool early morning air.
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It had come morning when a man calls my name. The six o clock sun had risen making the whole of London awake to greet it with a groan. I was never one for sleep, it's relaxed thinking for me. I've become something entirely different than that scared sixteen year old from so long ago. I've grown, blossomed into a detective and an amazing one at that. Unmatched by any other I've come across. It's quite lonely now and then, yet I've come accustomed to the loneliness. Emptiness is a detectives best friend yet to me I find that there are some people in this world worth being close to. For example:
"Emilia! Emilia Rose! Over here!" It's Mike Stanford one of those close people that I have come accustomed to. It's funny because he seems happy to see my presence, it's a new feeling knowing someone actually found comfort in me. His greeting is warm as well.
"Emilia Rose look how you have grown. I've heard plenty about you in the papers." He praises and I smile.
"It's been a while Mike. You've changed"
"I know I got fat." He admits. We settle for silence for a moment as collets his thoughts.
"If Wanda could see you know" I bristle slightly at the name.
"She never thought of me. Hardly could consider her to care, much less form a positive opinion. She would be ashamed as she always was" I growl and look to the passerby. One pregnant with a abusive boyfriend, another that is engaged with his ex's boss, and finally a man that baits my attention. Cast away by parents that never approves of his sexuality, now he's broken up with a boyfriend, lives in a barely sustainable apparent, and feels nothing anymore. The gun in his coat pocket proves it.
"No she loved you Emilia!" Mike reasons but I've already am standing with determination to confront my new found interest. My trench coat blows in the wind and my day dress clings to me, not sensually but elegantly. The man is disturbed by my approach.
"Don't do it." My bluntness and observance makes him sprout tears. His hands shake, and he gasps.
"How, how did you?"
"It's my job. I'm a detective and as a detective and a doctor I'm telling you don't take your life. Is to beautiful to be taken from the world, and the man in the cubical next to yours at your office likes you. Here" I hand him a card that has helped me in the past. He seems utterly horrified when I take the gun from his pocket. I place the firearm in my coast and the man embraces me. I step away with a nod. Mike meets up with me once more. I've already found his question in his quirked eyebrow and smirk.
"We best be moving then. If I'm to meet this friend of yours." I say.
"What?" Mike asks and I huff. People can be quite dull at times yet it's nice to see there confusion.
"Since you've known me to be a difficult women to live with you must know that I don't have a flat yet, or the money to afford one so you know someone else who had the same problem and want to pair us. Now if your not to dilutes I suggest we get moving, this wind is quite chilled." I say quickly and Mike shakes his head with a laugh.
"Never old and never changes!" Mike shouts while walking by my side. Yet before we can continue the same man shouts for my attention.
"What's your name ma'am?" He calls. I turn to face him before straining my voice.
"The names Emilia Rose. Afternoon sir!" I shout with Mike on my tail as we meet his friend. Though my nightmare continues to haunt me as I try to unravel its meaning.