A/N: Hello there readers! My first chapter here on David Bowie, i hope you guys enjoy it, i am not sure how long it is going to be but i wanted to put it out so you don't think im neglecting my writings or anyhing 0.o which i have been sadly enough! Writers block can be the worst, so enjoy my little readers, comment, vote share as you please :D
Oh i fear there may be a little curse words here and there! 0.o
Love,
Irissa
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The rain was beating down heavily on the top of my car, leaving pitter patter marks on the vinyl top. More and more rain kept pelting down slowly making its way inside and licking the deep leather seats. The water moved slowly making its path towards me. Not wanting to get wet i put my car into gear and quickly made a U-turn to take me home. I didn't want to deal with this, I absolutely hated the rain, and it always poured here.
As I turned my head I caught sight of some head lights and my windows shattered sprinkling little slivers across my face and arms.
“Shit!” I screamed, I just couldn’t believe this day at all. Of course out of all days I’d ruin my car while it was raining, it was just bound to happen.
As I turned my head I caught sight of some head lights and my windows shattered sprinkling little slivers across my face and arms.
“Shit!” I screamed, I just couldn’t believe this day at all. Of course out of all days I’d ruin my car while it was raining, it was just bound to happen.
I slowly moved my car into park so it would not roll ragingly down the street like I wanted it to. Because it I did that I would be able to vent my frustration on an asinine piece of tin. I hit the steering wheel causing my arms to scream in protest. But honestly I didn’t care, the most of my worries was my face and the fact it was covered in slivers of glass that I would not be able to get out myself with out scaring it for years on an end.
I raised my hand gingerly to the most persistent throb on my face, and meet a deep gouge and flowing blood. My stomach rolled and my eyes teared up, my poor face! How could this bastard could hit me? It wasn’t like I didn’t look before I left.
A small tap on the side of my door brought me back to reality. I quickly turned my head and saw a gangly looking man, his blonde hair was drenched with water so it was swooped in front of his eyes, but he still looked petrified. The lines around his mouth spoke the true words of his feelings. He actually cared. How sweet.
So instead of acting upon his knock and paying any heed to someone standing in the line of fire of my door I pushed it open with all the might I could just to shove him out of my way. His body was pushed a few yards away but he and did little to nothing he just stood there. This kindled my anger. I wanted to see him fall for some reason, maybe redemption for my face.
He slowly walked over to me, not noticing I was raging with anger. “Let me help you with that.” He calmly said reaching his hand out to my shoulder. I swatted it away like one would do to a pesky fly.
The strange mans face faltered a little and went and grabbed my hand. It was icy cold and sent chills running through my bones. This time I had to let him touch me since my body was consumed with nausea. Curse my body, I didn’t want to go anywhere with this man, he ruined my car and my beloved face.
“Don’t worry a bit about your car, I’m sure I can replace it.” He said trying to start a conversation with me. “Also don’t worry about giving me insurance information, I’m not too concerned with the damages procured between both the automobiles. They are just man made objects.”
Why was this man just rambling on and on, didn’t he know blood was pouring out of puncture wounds on my face? Like really I didn’t care about my car anymore then he cared about my face.
The world started to swim around me. This defiantly wasn’t a good sign.
“We need to get you out of this rain this minute, I’m afraid you’ll catch your death, let me call a cab and we will get you some health assistance.”
Finally he stared to care about something important, but I felt a nagging urge to let this man know that we couldn’t leave our cars with out waiting for the police, but something in the back of my mind told me not to care. Maybe it was the dots swimming before my eyes, but I could be wrong.
