🎃 My Story 🎃

Chapter One

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Chapter One

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I walk home, more dead than alive, as I kick each lamppost I pass by, which I have always done, so the spots I kick are already dented. As I pass by the store in which I buy my essentials, I sigh, unknowingly. But then again, how can't I? Lafayette Street looks dead at night, even at early night(as it is right now, 9:00 pm) Unlike the rest of the city, which thrives beautifully day and night.

I am Detective Tony Priestley. I am 5'4, and I have long crimson hair. People says my eyes are odd. That they're shape is serious, but that my eyes themselves are alive and easygoing. People ask me if my hair is naturally wavy, or if it's because I always have it in a messy braid. I forgot the answer. As I've said, I'm a Detective. I specialize in murders and other acts of violence. There hasn't been anything going on. Well, not anything special. Just your normal abuse stories, denial, normal stuff. Everyday life here in Felicity City.

As I find myself in front of my apartment complex (Royale Apartments), I notice a strange figure standing next to the polished sign which said "Rooms for Rent and Lease!!!" I stop and stare. For once I regret not bringing pepper spray. I stare at the figure. How will I take it on? Rush past them, or start a possibly unnecessary fight? The tension grows as my eyes lock onto the stranger's. Finally, I break the silence. "Who are you?" I say, more a command and less a question. The figure chuckled, then stepped out of the shadows. "Just someone passing by, we'll meet again, so I thought I'd see your housing situation." He said. Meet again? "Go." I said, almost unknowingly. He shrugged, and walked away. I shivered, and walked into the building. The apartments are beautiful, but the building isn't very tall. It does, however, make up in length.

As I grab my keys, my head throbs in pain. Mostly in the back of my head. It only lasts for a second. I shrug it off and unlock my door. My house is a mess. Well, my kitchen, anyways. The counters are full of bowls, cups, and plates. Pasta boxes and tea bags take up the remaining space. I facepalm.

I asked to get out early to have dinner with some friends. They were arriving in half an hour, assuming they didn't forget. There wasn't enough time to clean and cook, so I grabbed some instant ramen, and hoped that would be enough. As soon as that was done, I rushed to put the plates, cups, and bowls away, only leaving five plates and cups. Miraculously, I finished early. I sat down on my L-shaped couch, but only for a few seconds. I hear a knock on the door. I sigh. I attempt to smile, but fail. I simply open the door, and see my three friends. My three friends. My eyes droop, and it must have been noticeable, because Liza frowns. "Sorry, I swear I talked to her, but she wouldn't budge. Mira just doesn't know when to let go." She pats me on the shoulder, and walks in. I smile, but not out of happiness. Maybe sadness, maybe anger. I'll never know.

Liza is very pretty. Her hair is a dark brown and goes right below her chin. Her skin is a warm brown, similar to a walnut's shell. Her eyes stand out the most, being a bright amber. She looks like a doll. She tended to be funny and bold most of the time, but knew when to be kind, which is something that makes her company valuable.

Philip smiles and shakes my hand. He has a nice aura, but wastes it by being extremely introverted. His smile is kind and calm. My brother. We seem very different personality-wise, but it's the truth. He's younger than me by 2 years and 1 month and 17 days. His hair is shaggy and long, but it's still the same color as mine. His eyes are the exact opposite of mine, sharing only the pale jade color. He's very young, and his eye are shaped happily and soft, but his eyes are tired, with hints of weariness.

Finally, Rabbi comes in. He's- odd. Hard to explain really, but, I'll try. His hair is shaggy and as dark as tar. His skin is fair, as though he's never been outside before. His eyes are a chocolate brown. His usual clothes is always black, grey, red, blue, or green. I like it when he wears red. It remind some of the flowers my mother grew when I was a child. I wonder if he ever saw those types of flowers.

"Sooo....How's work?" Liza said, as she looked around my house as if it was a museum.

"Ok." I lie.

"Ooh! Ramen! I mean I thought you were making Italian pasta, but- Oh, uh, I'll stop now, ha!" Liza giggles.

"Well, I would've-" I pause. Should I say that I forgot that they were to visit me? That I completely forgot about the one time in a possible years time I could see them, and laugh with them? No. "I would've made more if I had more time."

Philip smiled. He knew what I was gonna say, I could see it in his eyes. I swallowed a laugh.

Rabbi simply shrugged.

"It's food. Does it matter?" He said, sitting down. His honesty was brutal, but sometimes needed.

It was my Sophomore year, and lunch had just began. I was happy and giddy. Mira and I were going to a concert. As I ran to Liza, I realized her face was grim. I slowed down, and then stopped completely.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"N-nothing! I just got a bad grade on a pop quiz." She smiled. I didn't believe a word.

"Where's Mira?" I said. She flinched slightly at the mention of Mira.

"Um...I don't know! Hey, why you asking me? I know I'm pretty smart and stuff, but, well, it's exhausting being me, right?" She replied. She bit her lip.

"Liza...Where is Mira?"

"I swear I don't-" Rabbi pushed her aside.

"Near the gate." He said, gesturing towards the gate. I ran towards the directions.

"M-MIRA!" I say between heavy breaths. She looks at me as if I was a gigantic bug. She was talking to a senior, or a teacher. Both were a possibility.

"Haha, see what I mean? Weirdos are desperate for attention this year." Mira said nervously, I think.

"Um, ok? Do you wanna stop by at-" Mira snorted.

"What'd I do wrong?" I say, clearly knowing something was going on.

She laughed, almost unnaturally. "You know what you did." There was pure hatred in her eyes. I felt like crying, but was self-taught never to cry, so I ran. I ran like no tomorrow. I never knew how much she had changed. I would have believed in a lie. I would have believed that Mira was simply sent home early, and would be lured into a sense of false hope. I'll see her at the concert! But I wasn't.

Because the truth was told.