Why was he looking at my hands? Does he know what I did to that kid? Do I smell?
He nods his head toward the floor buttons.
"Top floor" I reply quickly. I say thank you as he hits the button, but he doesn't reply.
"Can't reply, huh? What is it do I smell? Do I look funny to you?" I start getting angry. The empathy I was feeling went away quickly and turned into anger.
He pointed his head to the floor and shook his head. I'm going to kill him, how dare he look at me like that fucking Neanderthal. Suddenly the elevator stops at floor 33 and he shuffles out of the elevator. Once I make it up to my room I take my hand out of my pocket and enter my room.
I decide to lay on my bed and watch a movie. I found something about a murder and decided it was good, as I started watching it I kept thinking of the man in the elevator, his red hair and his overwhelming sadness. Thinking of cutting off all his limbs, roasting them over fire. I would save his head I decided. That's when I noticed the tent in my pants growing, 'oh great' I thought 'time to beat something for the second time today, only this isn't a person'
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Teen Fictionmichael nodded his head to the music playing in his ears as he walked down the lonely, vacant streets of london. he kept quiet even as he walked into the lobby of the hotel he was staying at and the new bellboy greeted him. michael only gave a nod t...
