The Dauntless

The bluest of skies,just like her eyes

I'm starting to wonder where I am as I faintly flinch of the beautiful feeling of water splashing my feet and the warm sand beneath my legs.

I gaze upon the bluest skies I had ever left my gaze wonder upon.The chirp and sing song of the birds somewhere around the beach as the warm wind hits me in the face,I enjoy it.I faintly remember running around here when my family and I first left off for a vacation but I couldn't remember where it was.It was somewhere around Italy,Croatia perhaps.The sea had beautiful salty smell and the skies were as bright as my eyes..that made me happy and I realised I was happy right now.I felt my head fall a little bit back as I closed my eyes and let the sunlight kiss my skin.I heard some laughing and yelling so I opened my eyes and quickly turned my head around to find out where were the voices coming from.

I got up and shook the sand off my body,my clothes soaking wet but that didn't bother me at all.I start to walk and let my feet sink into sand.A little blonde girl around 6 or 7 years comes into my view.I smile as I find some company and walk towards her.Her bathing suit was green and her hands waved in the air.I started running towards her but she disappeared behind tall palm trees.I smiled enjoying her challenge of chasing after her.

I would've if I could have.

A sharp pain travelled up my chest and to my head,I felt it like a splash over my skin but a hurtfull one.I closed my eyes as something pulled me back.Something strong but I felt no hold,no arm,no body holding me.I turned trying to open my eyes as I felt like I was in the sea again but this time choking.I know how to swim..How is this happening?Is all of this my imagination?My chest hurt as it contracted from the large hit it recieved.I wanted to scream,but nothing came out.I opened my mouth waving my arms around,my eyes opened as something burned them,salt?

Then everything went dark.

Gin sat in the hospital room on the sofa next to her bed,watching her,gazing upon her beauty and her hair..Her pale skin resambled the color of the walls and he thought about that one,getting into the finals of the worlds' worst metaphores ever,but it was the truth.

Her eyelids shut for the third day she was there.He remembered the night he found her,high on coke,half drunk,looking at her from across the bar like she was his master,his everything,he never wanted to let her out of his sight,but of course that was impossible.Someone had to interrupt them.They called him.Who else?His guys found the cheapest goods that he needed to settle the deal for,make an agreement with a guy twice his age,they couldn't have done that without him,he's not supossed to be angry about them calling him,he's their boss for fucks sake.He does this kind of shit..but they didn't know,and he didn't,he couldn't have.Three days ago he came into this hospital carrying her in his arms like she would break,doctors said she was on the brink of death..They said a lot of stupid doctor shit but the one that caught his attention the most was ''Here,we have a severe case of overdose.We tried everything,pumping out her stomach,ultrasound to find out what happened,at one moment we lost the pulse of this girl but we got her back.She had clinical death for about 36 seconds,we don't have any records of who she is,we were thinking about calling the police sir and we wanted to let you know.'' The doc taught he could talk to him like that?Threaten him?Except for,he wasn't threatening him,he was threatening her and he knew very well,what her name was and who she was.He just didn't like the fact Gin spent so much time here and they couldn't prove that he wasn't her cousin until someone from her family showed up.The doctor nodded his head to Gin as he saw that there was nothing else he could say to the young man.Gin's perspective would stay as it is,not matter what the doc said to him.The girl overdosed.

He wanted so much for her,to not be what he was.

He could never be in this very room if he hadn't bribed a few doctors with Benjamin's a couple of times,and that sure as hell wasn't a problem for him.He knew the world wasn't corrupted,the people were.He remembered the death of his brother.He was an intern.Died because he was a kid trying to learn how to work in the twin towers explosion.Gin was little,but he knew,and he saw,even know,the sorrow in his aunts' eyes as she watched the buildings fall and burn on TV.He swore that while he lived,nothing like that would ever happen to his city again.Hell,he knew who he was.He wasn't a killer,he wasn't a murderer,he was justice,as well as the street.He made love to the street coming back to justice all over again.Thinking about the corporate sons of bitches that make millions and comparing them to an old lady who worked in a patisserie,his aunt,the woman who watched over him when his mother remarried and his dad died.She took the dog.He watched the scene roll again in front of his eyes,his brother yelling at her and burning all her suitcases in front of the house and her leaving with the dog not saying a single goodbye to Gin or giving him a kiss on the forhead that meant so much to him when his dad did it.