The Blind Wallflower

IV - "Hellfire Girls Die Hard"

I got 'Satan' tattooed on my broken arm and thought I was tough.
Yet, our mad world kept showing me how it 's never enough.
Throwing your ugly thorns on my only road, asking me not to cry how the trip was rough.

Oh, you want me to be human.
Oh, you want me to play it nice?
So, you want me to be a side role in this puppetry show.

Lie to me, tell me how's this going to work?
When all I got in my head is twisted ideas to how I can burn down this good for nothing audience.

For a moment I thought the show was finally over, guess not!

When everything should've fallen into deep slumber the heavy rain refused to stop its maniac drumming on the road. Mr. Watson kept complaining about how foul the weather was and how these little drops made it hard for him to drive. The night was getting old, after all it was three in the morning. I guess driving in this ungodly hour can make you a little grumpy. I could have ordered the maid to call a taxi for me, but Mr. Watson refused to let me go with a stranger at this late hour. He said and I quote 'a sixteen years old girl can be an easy prey for those who have no morals and Miss you know gentlemen go to their bed early, so don't expect the taxi driver to be one' he's such a sweet old man to put it this nicely for me instead of saying I can get kidnapped or violated if I went out alone.

I rested my head on the car's window thinking about my visit to my father's grave, I stood for good hour in the rain with a blank mind not sure if the man who's buried six-feet under the ground is willing to listen to me. I mean he never lent me an ear when he was alive, so why should he bother now. I rarely saw him and rarely talked to him, but whenever we crossed passes he made sure to teach me a lesson about life like a leader leading his soldier. My dad was a man of a few words and little affection, but I respected him greatly. He never mentioned my disability and made sure l would be out to the world like a 'whole human being', because of him I'm what I'm today. If I counted the hours I had spent it with him it wouldn't complete three days, but those three days are eternity for me.

I prayed for him and cleaned his grave stone while Mr. Watson kept holding the umbrella for me, I didn't take long before deciding to head back home. My head was getting heavy on the glass and I felt my eyelids closing on its own. A loud scream that cut through the rain made my eyes snap open. Mr. Watson slowed down, but didn't stop.

"Did you hear that? stop the car." I said urgently."But Miss it's dangerous!" Mr. Watson protested. Before I could argue another painful scream made its way to my ears.

"I promise I won't interfere unless needed, please pull over" I begged him, the source of the sound couldn't be far away from here. When I felt the car came to a halt I Jumped out of it without waiting for Mr. Watson. I ran to where the screams came from, my legs were slow because of the rain. The sound led me to some alley, whomever told you blind people have a sharp since of hearing didn't lie. When I came near an alley I heard different voices argue and the sound of someone getting slapped made me terrified. Before I could take another step I felt someone's hand on my shoulder.

"Miss you promised you won't interfere" Mr. Watson pleaded and his grab on my shoulder tightened. We stood at some corner away from the commotion.

"You should've stayed out of our business when we told you off" a male's voice growled angrily. The sound of bones cracking made my face pale.

"What can I say? I a-avoided stepping i-into your shit, but troubles came l-looking for me" some girl grunted out. God! they were hitting  a defenseless girl. I tried to take a step towards them, but the hand on my shoulder restrained me again. Someone cursed loudly "you asked for trouble the moment you fought in this street battle, don't worry kid I'll make sure you won't make  the same mistake twice" the man's who sounds like the punks leader gave orders to kill the girl.