Safe and Sound ~ H.S

Gone ~ Chapter 3

It's now December, it had been three months since the passing of the boy at the local subway station.The leaves have fallen off the trees, and now there is a fine layer of frosty ice covering everything around. Suspicions had died down and his cause of death was no longer considered murder, but yet suicide. Local enforcement had known that this was no suicide but to further investigate would cause too much worry to the people around.

The girl who sits on the bus, no longer stays there. She doesn't ride on the bus anymore, but she wanders the streets passing by local shops and cafes that have people looking out at her through the thickly frosted windows. Everyone sees her walking down the sidewalk, but most don't even utter a word to her as she does not give anyone the time of day.

9 o'clock her phone reads as she pulls it out of her coat pocket while walking down the now dark sidewalk. The lights of local businesses light up her view as she sees places like local bars open, or drug stores for people with those late night necessities. the snow that had fallen earlier in the day now covers her pathway as you can her the ice crunch against the soles of her boots. Not a lot of people go out during this time, so she uses it as an opportunity to explore and do things that would otherwise consider the involvement of people, which she would not prefer.

Most people take her as a drug addict. Most make assumptions of her without really trying, but what they don't know is who she really is. She sometimes wishes that someone would take the time to know her and see her as she sees herself. She never understood why people saw here as a fear factor, as she considered herself not scary but alone.

Continuing down the street she passes many buildings, some with the lights turned out for the night and some that are lit up and have people sitting outside enjoying a cigarette and embraced in conversations. How she could be like them. She doesn't kill people for her own pleasure, she would never do that, she does it to do the one thing that she could do....save them. Every person that has died from her cause was meaning to die in short weeks or months anyways. The boy at the station was a perfect example, even though he was young he was going to die in days time but in a different way. That boy never lived a good life, he had been through things that not even he can explain and it was eating him alive. If she never came along the boy would have died only days later, by taking his own life. She considers what she is doing as saving them, or helping them.

No one knew that it was her doing this so she knew that wasn't the reason for them being afraid of her. Maybe it was because of who she was before. Stories had flown around this city like a hawk about her family and the things that had occurred in her, what was once called, her home. After the stories came out no one even bothered to look in her direction, except for him.

there was always this guy she would see walking down the street, he reminded her of herself. He always carried himself well and had this curious yet intriguing feeling towards him. She didn't know his name, she couldn't tell you where he was from, all she knew is that he was the only one that would send her even the slightest of glances. She had never talked to him, nor him to her, but she knew that when she saw him walking down the street that , that wouldn't be the end of it. In her mind deep down she knew that he would be of importance and that he was going to help her.

clearing her head of her "crazy" thoughts, she continued her journey down the street to the one place that she had called home for years now. It wasn't the nicest apartment complex, but it served her justice. Plus she had a roommate that kept the place rather clean so she wasn't going to complain. As she made her way up the steps to the front door of the building, she turned around at the top of the stairs to get one last glimpse at the frost filled night.

Bursting through the door she quickly made her way up the old cement stairs that wound up the inside of the building. After about three minutes she stopped in front of a door marked,"6." Quickly pushing open the large metal door she walked down the maroon carpeted hallway to her door. Taking the key out of her pocket she unlocked to door to find her roommate on the couch watching some action movie she is not going to bother for the name of.

"Look who is finally here," Her roommate said as he got up from the couch and into the kitchen, her following suit."It's about time you got here, Sam was going crazy." He said pointing at the floor where my loving German Shepard Sam sits at her feet.

Nodding her head she went to the fridge and pulled out a water bottle. Spinning on her heels she made her way from the kitchen, down the hallway towards her room with Sam following closely behind. The only sound between them is the sound of Sam's collar clinking together and the fain sound of the TV in the background. Pushing the door to her room open she walks across the dark wood floor towards the bay window looking over the city, as she sits there swimming in her thoughts watching as the cars on the streets drove away out of her sight. Gone.