The Bites of Seduction

Captivated

As I step out into the scarlet moonlight, I wonder about how hard life can be. I'm sitting on top of my house looking at the moon. Not only do I feel queasy and full of boredom, but I feel as if someone is looking at me. I quickly look around to discover who this intruder is and I spot a boy about sixteen or seventeen years old taking a rather long and perverse look. I feel uncomfortable in knowing that someone is staring at me at ten o clock at night when this is a time meant for me to relax and find solace. He is still staring at me as if I don't see him. I just want to get up and walk away but I feel grasped in his captivating glare. I wonder who this boy is and I feel somewhat attached to him as our eyes stayed glued to one another. Even though he is on the other side of my sidewalk I feel like he is so far away. I feel like running up to him and taking a better look.

Suddenly, he walkes into the moonlight shining in the street and I notice how beautiful his face looks and how rare to see someone so handsome and manly for his age. He takes one last long look and nods his head as if he said something I understood and he takes off running into the shadows.

As he runs off, I whisper, "no." I feel like I lost something so vital and precious. I feel alone for the fist time on this roof. I never really seemed to care about how alone and quiet it was up here, it was a quiet place just for me. I couldn't process how much I longed to look upon the beauty of his face even though I had only met this boy just minutes ago. Wait, no I never met him, I just looked at him for what should have been like an unusual time. I felt comfortable as the glare prolonged, I felt captivated. I just think of myself as weird and I just go into my house through the open window.

The warmth of my room hugs my icy body. I jump on my bed and wonder about the event that had just occured. This had been a long day. I had such a long week due to finals. As I lay in my bed, darkness closes in and my mind begins to drift into my thoughts. I fall in a deep sleep. My last thoughts were on the mysterious boy in the street.

It's saturday morning and I wake up feeling nourished and ready for the day. I look at the time and it is ten o'clock in the morning. I shimmer with joy as I realize I had actually gotten more sleep that I had ever had this whole week, a break from the exhausting three hour nights. I wonder what good this awesome and cheerful day will bring.

I remember that I wanted to go for a run in the morning just to let off some energy. So then and there, I get ready in my jogging clothes and I dash out the door. I wonder what my parents would have said if they were in the kitchen. Probably chastise me for not saying good morning or eating breakfast. I for some reason I don't eat breakfast. I guess I feel like I have better things to do than eat. Sometimes, well, most times when I wake up super early I feel very nauseous and cannot even look at food. My parents always tell me the cliche, "breakfast is the most important meal of the day." I just wished they would understand how hard it is to eat in the morning that early usually but today is an exception. My parents are usually home when they arent working at the hospital which means not at all. I don't mind though because my life revolves around school. My life doesn't require the constant supervision as other other children need from their parents, I'm independent.

So as I run I think of the weird dream I had. It was of the mystery boy. In my dream he had been walking on the street and I was too. We both walked into each other by accident. He said a sincere sorry and he grasped my face in his hands. He gently tugged my face toward his gentle lips and gave me a sweet chaste kiss. I didn't even feel surprised but instead I melted right into the kiss. What a weird dream right?

I just brush off the unusual dream. As that happens, I look up and see a familiar face in the distance. I look closer but at the same time, I try to be unnoticed and I see the the mystery boy. I feel uncomfortable and I flush, remembering the dream that had occurred last night. I feel uneasy as I see him walk my way looking straight at me with those wonderful eyes that I have loathed to see again. As I run, I approach him closer and closer with each step.