I walk along the sidewalk in the pouring rain, eyes trained to the floor. I don't care anymore. I'm serious! Stop asking if I'm okay, because I'm tired of lying. I can hear and see what others can't and I can maneuver things without moving a muscle. You call me crazy and a demon from hell, but it true. It is exceptionally strong when I am angry. I should have warned her. I should have saved her the pain. But, as always, I just did without thinking. Now she's gone and I am nothing. Yet another person harmed by my "precious powers". The rain seems to pour down harder, hiding my sent from those wild, rabid search dogs. I turn the corner of 1st and 2nd. I can't see how a Boxer could look so...what's the word.... grisly. "Shoo, Shoo" I say. But he only comes closer. I walk backwards slowly down the sidewalk and he continues to follow me. A young man comes from around the corner of 1st and 2nd street. "I found her!" he yells running toward me. I dash down the sidewalk and take a sharp turn at 6th street. The rain is starting to puddle along the sidewalk and I slip, but quickly get back up and keep running.The rain is stopping as I take another turn at the next alleyway. Dead end. Shit! The young man comes around the corner and blocks my exit. His dark brown hair seems to shine as the sun comes out of its hiding, his light blue and grey eyes sympathetic.
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Killing me softly
Fantasy*Blood still stains when the sheets are washed, Sex don't sleep when the lights are off , kids are still Depressed when you dress them up and Syrup is still Syrup in a sippy cup.* - Melanie Martinez
