Soulless

FIVE

UNKNOWN 

I watch as Zeke gives the girl a cheeky kiss on the cheek. Although I know he likes her a tonne; I also can't help what I feel. Ever since finding out he had a thing for someone, I would kill to find out who it is but I never expected her to be so God damn beautiful. Maybe its her beauty that makes me feel obsessive or maybe I'm feeling possessive because I have strong competition. 

It angered me to see a slight blush on her face... you may wonder why I keep calling her 'her', and that because I generally don't know her name. Stalker-ish right? I have to admit that maybe I am a stalker, maybe I am a sadistic bastard but hey... I like crazy!

She began to walk over to where I was standing in a dazed yet shocked expression, she wasn't fully "there". Gives me the perfect chance to make her mine. I waited till she was at the steps of her building; yes I followed them back but I mean it would have took too much effort to dig up information. Grabbing the carpenter knife from my back pocket and flicking out the blade, I stalked closer to her back. 

Using all of my strength, I dragged her into the darkness of the alley behind me. Holding her pressed against me tightly... god it feels so good to touch her skin, her body is so small and her skin is as smooth as ice and as white as... well white. 

Holding the knife to her thin perfect neck, I dug it in. I wonder what colour her blood is? Would it be a dark gloopy red or thin and pure red? 

Whilst being too busy thinking about the insides of the girl I had in a tight hold, I didnt notice the pretty muscular guy approaching me with a ferocious glare. Coming back to my senses a little too late- my arm was bent into an unholy angle, causing me to groan in pain and drop my knife.

 The girl ran off after being released from my grip and I took a step forward to try and chase, but the buff lanky guy behind me had an iron clad grip. I was about to turn around but before I could do so- I felt an immense amount of power on the side of my head, causing my vision to blur and my legs to give out... I was knocked unconscious.

Adam Woods

Damn my fist hurts... At least this psycho is finally knocked out. 

Taking out my phone I called the police and told them to pick up the trash at my feet. I don't really know what will happen to him but it's not like it's any of my business. Life taught me to not get involved in other peoples shit and especially not to care about others as it's every man for themselves out here. 

But why did I save her? Why didn't I just let that psycho kill an innocent gir-

Wait is she even innocent? I mean she looks like it but as they say... "Never judge a book by its cover". 

Deciding not to linger anymore on the situation at hand; I walked into the apartment complex. I wonder if that guy knew she lived here or just came across her and decided to take action on her. Why the fuck do I care?!

Wait... No way! I swear I recognise her from somewhere, I mean sure I bumped into her on the elevator a few times but I feel like I saw her elsewhere... maybe it'll come back at some point.

Reaching my floor with a small dinging sound, I walk out of the elevator but am rooted in my spot after hearing that beautiful voice from the floor above again. I've never found out who it is but I would seriously walk up to them and get them to sign my forehead. Okay, okay, maybe not my forehead but you get what I mean. 

I sink out of my daze and walk down the corridor to my door; unlocking it and walking into the mostly empty space. I mean how could I use up most of this space? After taking what I need from home and walking out of there like the plague I didnt exactly think I would end up with such a big place. I'm glad Mum had been saving and hiding that money from Dad, that bastard didn't deserve to be a part of this family. 

With Mum seriously sick and Dad without a shit in the world about me or his wife, I had to move out at age 19. I mean it wasn't too bad but without much support on how to get an apartment, job or calculate living expenses- I struggled a lot of the time. But moving into this apartment a few weeks ago allowed me to finally feel like I was an adult and could take care of myself, I even have a concert going on upstairs just for me. 

I'm not going to lie... I did cry listening to her voice one night when the emotion in her voice was as raw as the sadness in my heart; without even knowing she had given me the release I needed that night and I will forever be thankful. That day was a really crap day, I never let many of my walls down and sometimes I dont even let them down when I'm alone. I guess that it was bound to happen after seeing how many people actually care.  As long as the voice above could carry on for as long as I am here, I will be happy. 

But holy hell!... people say Adelle is an amazing singer but this girl has the voice of an angel, she hits all notes without any problem. Her voice is a mixture of soft yet powerful, it always hold emotion in it and a lot of the time I feel like its darker than it may seem. I probably feel this way because I can sense her getting too absorbed into singing her lungs out but also being trapped inside of her head- causing her to stop mid way and be silent for the rest of the night. 

 I wonder if she has any works in the progress? I dont think Ive ever heard her sing a song of her own but either even if it is just a cover I would kill to be able to hear her voice everyday for the rest  of my life. 

I listened to her for a while longer before deciding that I should shower then sleep as I had a long day tomorrow.