Have Mercy

Prologue

"I'm bored," I huff at my friend.

She slaps my arm gently, "You can't be bored," she cries, "It is only the first day of the summer hoildays."

I sigh, "Yea, and?"

She huffs, used to my behavior. I barely notice for I am too busy staring at an abandoned warehouse I hadn't noticed before.

I grab her arm and drag her towards it. The building for some reason appeals to me. It makes something stir inside of me. I yearn to be inside so I can feel whole. I have to go inside to deal with the craving.

Sometimes I don't even understand myself. It is diabolical how I feel compelled to enter this warehouse. I am independent, therefore I do what I want. I do not need to enter this eyesore. Who am I kidding?

Rapidly I unglasp my death grip off her arm. "Sorry," I mutter, watching the red marks fade slowly. She stares wide-eyed at me. Did I hurt her? Is she now scared of me? I gulp, I hope not.

Finally she lets out a nervous giggle and waves a hand over my face, "Are you Okie?" she asks, "You looked like you were in a trance. It was freaky," she harshly prods my cheek, "You look better now anyway." I let out a deep breath. I'm glad that she is fine with my unusual behavior, even if I am not. I tell her, that i'm feeling better but I need to go, before kissing her and starting to head home.

When I see that she is heading home herself and not looking back, I turn. Slowly I make my way towards to warehouse again. I sneak there, my eyes dart about making sure my girlfriend still isn't watching me.