Prison of paradise, book 4 in Wingless series

I am mad

I sauntered down the parking lot, holding tight to the idea that I was just going to get away, I needed space and I needed air. My whole life had been nothing but supervision and closed. Kenny was missing which was a great thing; I had a new lurker, Vincent. I wondered how easily I could outrun him, then I thought against it because his kind probably could pop in and out of anywhere and it would be really rather silly.

I kept walking not caring what he had to say, tears streaming continuously down my face, the morning traffic whirring by, the sun trying its best to warm my skin and blind my eyes. Nothing about this morning felt good.

"What are you afraid of Eve?" Vincent asked me staring at his feet as we walked his big hands in his pockets. I wondered why he cared to speak to someone like me.

"Nothing, that seems to be the problem I have this fear yes but I know what's going to happen so it's not really fear at all is it?" I asked. The feeling I had no longer was fear, it was just mind numbing anxiety until the other shoe dropped.

"You're still a young woman; you're still human you are always going to think like that. You need to let yourself feel those things, do not let it go and just give up because you're in on the big secret." He insisted.

Secrets were crud, they tempted you in and once you got the secret the only thing you wanted to do was anything but keep it. But with the secret I had, my secret of knowing that death walked the earth I did not want anyone to know. I knew what it did to you why would I want to freak anyone else out? On the other hand, maybe if I had some people to share it with I would have company in my crazy anxiety filled life I thought to myself.

"I don't know, I never did know what it was I wanted, I never knew how to be or what I needed to make my life fulfilling. So please just stop with the advice and bring me my brother." I said.

I was sure soon enough the tears were going to be frozen on my face. I wiped at my eyes blinking to focus as I crossed the road near the cliff, the cold practically freezing the water below us doing its best treacherous impression. I placed a hand on the guard rail wandering how the pathetic piece of metal really stopped anything moving from going over.

"Will you please go back, the further away you get the worse off you'll be." Vincent said touching my arm. I looked up at him my hair blowing across my face covering me.

"I don't even care, you should stop too." I said. I leaned back on the guard rail feeling the wind whip my body back and forth. It was almost as if the wind was even in on trying to end me. Vincent grabbed my coat holding me in place, his other hand still in his pocket. His face had a look of amusement on it, maybe he thought I was nuts. I was sure at that moment if he did not think so already he did now.

"What do you think you're doing, how could this prove anything?" He asked gently. He was not like Kenny or Evan; they would have drug me across the street by my hair by now. He was gentle and calm; he probably would have allowed me to jump and caught me at the bottom. I shrugged looking up at Marcus approaching us; he wore a black jacket, his hands shoved in his pockets, hair covered by a red skull cap, bits of curly hair sticking out. His eyes full of life and excitement, sparkling each movement he made. I had never thought about it until that moment, but he had a gap in his teeth the same as Journey's, maybe that was the reason I was so fond of hers. He cracked a large toothy smile coming up to me extending his hand. I dropped my head grabbing on to it crying harder. Vincent backed away leaving us alone, the wind whistling in my ears as Marcus sat down.