Unceal Crow: I Am A Monster (Completed)

III

  After Blitz drops me off in front of my apartment, I thank him and head for the lobby of my apartment. I head towards the stairs, with my apartment being on the third floor, I really hate climbing these stairs. My apartment is in the worst neighborhood in Clarksville we call it Murderers Row, countless murders, muggings, rapes, hell older people can't even go to a doctors appointment without looking over their shoulders, and I love it. I am at home in Murderers Row, I spent most of my time here when I was homeless, I learned to love the people in this neighborhood and make peace with the violence.
   The hallways of my apartment are fifthly, trash everywhere, gang signs tagged on the wall, drugs needles, strung out junkies on the floor sleep or maybe dead, I can never tell. I always keep my apartment nice and clean that's one thing I kept with me my mother taught, she would  always tell me "make sure you clean after yourself, make sure you always look nice, no woman wants a man who's a pig", and it always made finding things a lot easier. Things have to be in a certain order, I always have to be in control and know where everything is at all times.
   As I made it to my apartment I see a new girl coming out of the apartment next to mine, the apartment was vacant one year ago, a mother and daughter lived there, and they were both kicked out cause the mother was selling her 15-year-old daughter to random men. This girl was one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. She was no taller than five foot five inches, long black hair, skin so clear the dim light in the hallway still shines off of her skin, and she wore glasses. She's African American, wearing a nursing outfit, I can tell she's shy and timid, avoiding eye contact with me. I'm not the most confident person myself but I have to say something to her, can't let her walk by without saying something.
   "Heading out to work huh?" I said, facepalming on the inside so hard. Like, obviously she's going out to work.
   "Yeah I am actually." She said with a little laugh.
   "What hospital do you work at?" I asked.
   "Clarksville General Hospital right up the street, from the looks of it it looks like you need a hospital right now.." She answered looking at my face. I totally forgot about what happened an hour ago.
   "Oh, you feel safe walking at night in this neighborhood by yourself? Look at my face this is what happens when you walk by yourself in this neighborhood."I said while smiling.
   She cracked a smile "I can take care of myself, you're the one who needs the protection." She said.
   "Yeah, you're right I need a bodyguard, I'm hiring if you're looking for another job. The money stinks but it's easy work." I said unlocking my door.
   "I'll take that in consideration. I'm head off for work now, before I'm late." She said while walking off.
   "Alright, you be safe out there." I said while walking into my apartment.

   That went better than I expected. Heading towards the bathroom to see how bad my face is, I look in the mirror, it's not as bad as I imagined, just a swollen lip and my eyes are a little puffy nothing ice won't fix. Walking to my kitchen, I open the freezer, grab some ice cubes, grab a washcloth from the towel closet, wrapping the washcloth around the ice, putting the ice on my eye and I lie down in my bed. My head is throbbing now feels like a marching band is playing in my head. I love this pain though, I live for this and the adrenaline I felt in that police station. Some may call me a sadistic, I wouldn't disagree with those people but I don't like to be categorized or put in a box.
   Us humans are more complex than that, if you don't think you are well, I'll like to think I'm more complex than that. People my whole life tried to put me into a box. They never could get a straight answer, one week I'm schizophrenic, the next I am sociopath, the next a psychopath, and the next week I'm perfectly fine human. I show everybody what I want them to see, no matter what anybody says I am always in control of every situation I am in. I don't go nowhere without thinking about every possible outcome that can happen in every situation. I've always enjoyed video games and life is a game in of itself. You have to learn the rules of each game, everybody's life is a different game, the game is hard when you first play it but after you learn the secrets of your game, learn every single cheat code that's available, and take your time to develop your skills you'll become a pro in no time. That's how you become a pro and have fun in life.
   Time for me to head to bed it is twelve o'clock on the dot, midnight, I reach underneath my bed fiddle around for a bit until I find my sleeping pills, take about four and lay my head down. Laying down  in the dark, my one and only true friend darkness. The only friend that will never let me down. As I am lying here just thinking, I feel my eyes getting heavier and heavier until I finally let them close.