Orphaned

Chapter 1: Midnight

        Sitting on a rock, I stare into the ocean. Night always was my favorite time of “day”. Noone says, “I’m going to take a nap outside.” at midnight, do they? I sit here staring at the water and the moon. The stars make a mysterious reflection on the water. You try to look at it closer, but nothing changes. You look harder, and before you can, they start to disappear as the sun emerges from it’s resting place. At midnight, that doesn’t happen. They stay, slightly moving as Earth spins ‘round. No falters, no extras, no distortion.

The waves crash, sending their light, calming sea spray over his face. He stands and walks to the lamp post, then walks around in the dark. Using the dark as a cover, he climbs to the top. Doing this helps him get what he wants. Corner stores are crumbs, pharmacies are cookie jars, and high security areas are homes. Nothing is too hard to get, just as nothing is too hard to give. People think bums can’t do an thing. There are free gyms, charities, water fountains, but they’re still weak and malnourished. This one isn’t. He’s smart and takes care of his body.

The kid reached the top. Standing and staring at the man near him. He cut a wire so he wouldn’t make a sound. The light flickered then shut off. The man looked around him and saw nothing. Then there was a click of a swiss army knife and the man panicked. The child taught himself free-running when he was 3, after he was orphaned. He vowed to kill the man who killed his parents. All he had was one of the man’s ID’s. Killing and checking wallets, he never found the man.

He pulled out the ID and looked at the photo, then the man. The man and the picture were similar. Details aren’t very visible at this time of night, but the kid trained his body well. He can see all of the details as if it were noon. The man looked puzzled, yet calm. Tink tink tink. He rapidly went back to panicking. Noone else was outside. Jumping onto the man, the boy stabbed him. The man yelled in pain. He collapsed. The young boy picked-up the man’s wallet, took the money, and checked the man’s ID’s for a match. It wasn’t the man. He ran back to the ocean, and sat back down on the rock.

I then cleaned the knife with the water that fell in the bowl I took a long time ago. Lying back, I waited for school the next day. The man is still missing, I thought, staring at the sky, where is he? I want my parents! It was a lonely thought. I don’t have any friends eventhough I try to make some. Sleep wouldn’t come. I tossed and turned on the sand covered rock, but sleep didn’t come. It filled my thoughts. Sleep visited my house, but never came in. My inner self is wide awake and pacing back and forth while my outer self sits lazy. It stand up, hit inner self in da hed, den sleep come in… sit down. Me looks close. Sleep… come.