The warm spring air hits my pale smooth skin as I walk out of the record store. Fifteen dollars spent on two pieces of art and it's worth it. I walk out and see everyone talking to someone, laughing, kissing, enjoying life all by itself. The night is beautiful and I ignore it completely. I spend all of my time alone.
Most would find that miserable, but I happen to enjoy it. I glance up at the night sky and which has a variety of colors in the purple and black spectrums. It's beautiful but I see this sky every day. Nothing is what it means to me. I continue to walk down the loud sidewalk with people walking past me and the saxophone being played near the park across the busy street.
Relaxed and alone is how I feel. Life is so short, so why waste your time with other people who aren't worth it? I pull down my shirt only because I am self conscious of my stomach showing. I continue walking down the sidewalk with anxious feelings. I have suffered with anxiety and depression ever since I lost my parents three years ago. I'm so comfortable with being alone to the point where I'm scared to be around other people.
Only a few more blocks Bliss, you'll be home in no time. Remain calm and collected. You'll be in peace once again when you open the door to the studio apartment. Whistle. The sound of an individual whistling burns my ears.
I turn to figure out where the noise originated. Two boys leaned against a brick wall smoking a cigarette. One of the individuals smirked as I made eye contact with his dark brown eyes. I continued to walk away as I'm very scared right now. A few more minutes.
Get there as fast as you can. The sound of footsteps became louder and I couldn't help but move my head. I see the same boy following my exact steps. Fear and defense was all that filled my head. I dropped my bag and began to run away as quickly as I can.
I'm panting as I have made it to my apartment building. I am safe. I can go home and continue to live in peace. I am having relieved thoughts until I feel the most excruciating pain within my neck. What is happening to me?
It hurts, is all I can think. I started to drift away because that was the only choice I had.
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Immortal (MJ)
RomanceBliss is a fourteen year old girl who is extremely shy and spends most of her time alone. What will happen when she falls victim to a horrifying but yet fascinating creature of the night? Jacksons era 1977