Sweet Lips

Red Eyed Men

    I sat on my couch reading a book. It was a classic book nothing to interesting about it. While reading the book my great grandma named Sarah entered the room. Her none-aging skin and her harmless red beady eyes followed by her blonde beautiful hair stud in front of me as she asked  

  " Emjay . . . have you finished you're homework " 

I rose my head from my book and said - 

" Ah . . . yeah of course I did . . . and you shouldn't worry anyways cause I have a whole week of no school because of the teachers " 

I said going back to my book. She walked away with a smile as she new I was her responsible, good boy. She is an odd, but sweet person; but no matter how many time's I've asked her, question's about herself, like, why is her eyes red and why does she never eats real food. But no matter how many times I've asked her question about it, she always found something logical to tell me and others about her weirdness. But I never bought it... Not even for a second, but everyone else always seemed to always weirdly believe her. I've lived with her for a while now, but I still don't know the truth about her and it seems she may never tell me the truth anytime soon. But since I was 6 years old, she had taken me in and hasn't aged once's; which is really weird. I'm 14 now and almost 15 but the reason why I live here is because my family were killed in a fire. I am actually very lucky to be alive right now  . . . Someone had saved me when the fire had happened but my grandmother won't tell me who it was. Even those I know she knows, she still won't tell me. 

   I've lived with her for a while now, so I know her and I know when she's lying. But more on I could careless about her lying self because I made plans to work hard on making my life a big success mainly because of my parent's... and how they didn't get to become something worthy in this life. I don't remember then that much, but we've got pictures of them laying around on walls. I'm not really sad anymore cause I actually lost my memories after a while. But I remember blurs about some people. But more on, I can't be sad If I don't remember who they are . . . right ? Well I guess a little bit of me is sad about not being able to have a mother or father. But one things for sure, moping around about it won't do much. It'll just make things worse in my head.

    Living in a house with no-one my age is sorta lame but I never had a close friend my age, so I'm used to being lonely... plus in school I am very respected by teachers, so I was sorta a loser to everyone in school, but at least I sorta got to boss people around.. But that didn't help me get friends, instead I became very unliked. But being a geek has its luck, because I can easily become friends with a good book and so on I lost track of time and night time had popped up way too soon. But my grandmother hadn't reminded me this time, of how late it was. But I only found out the time when I had lifted my head to a loud knock's on the front door. My Grandma came rushing threw as she gasped under her breath -

 " Who in gods name, would be coming to someones house so late in the middle of the night"? 

 She gasped angrily. I left my book and watched her open the door. She creaked the door open with a shocking gasped. But found her word's rather sooner than she'd had seem to realize as she spoke to the people from the other side of the door while the cold air entered the house. I sat there and curiously watched as she spoke to them -

 " H-Hello . . . Minister . . . Don't you know it's a little late to be stopping by " 

She said in a weak smile as she seemed to not, like the people standing at the door. But before anything a young male voice spoke threw the cold air, saying -

" Yes . . . I'm very sorry Ms Sara . . . But this couldn't wait... My father has been wanting me to speak to you... But I've been very busy lately, as you know " 

  As the young man said that the voice almost seemed formulair to me in a way. My grandma opened the door and allowing them to enter. I glanced at them all as the men all had red eye's like my grandmother and they instantly peered into my eyes. But the only man that didn't stare at me like a meal; was the the man in front of them, who I assume was the minister, but the other men stared at me like I was there dinner it was sorta freaky, but I wasn't gonna let them try anything because I was the man of the house and I had put my guard up, like a wolf about to eat its pray with out mercy. But the man with the formilair voice from earlier, looked almost like a prince's his eyes weren't loving like my grandmothers but more like, in a lost, cold dark room in his head. He wore a nice suit and had blond hair, nicely sleeked back. The other men wore a more fitting attire as, for their job titles but as their deep red eyes glared into mine saying, lets eat I got more nervous and wondered If my grandmother could take 3 men while I ran away. They weren't anything like the minister, guy. He wasn't the type to fit in with these wild monsters. This guy seemed more of the type; you'd wanna look deep into his red, lost eyes and and find all his deep, dark, secrets.. But most would fear looking into his history of his life; because a man who's content on living with his demons isn't a man who lived a kind, loving life. This man has a good story behind his cold lost eyes and his story, is one I'd loved to discover.