When tears turn to blood

Chapter 2

  

   By the time I woke up this morning it was already ten o'clcok. I hopped out of bed and threw on some jeans and a black shirt. Since today's Sunday I was able to do whatever. I haven't been with Mary alone in a while so I think I'll chill with her today. Before I walked out the door dad stopped me.

 ''Where ya goin'?''

 ''Mary's house.''

 ''Don't be out too long.''  I nodded and walked outside. On my way to Mary's house I had memories of when me, Mike, and Mark would all walk around town before and after shooting lessons with Buck. Whenever I had a memory like that it would trigger me. Now I have an urge to cut. I know I sound very dramatic, but once you witness two young kids die at the age of twelve; it messes with you.

 When I got to Mary's house her mom was putting up some Christmas decorations. X-mas is just around the corner so everyone's getting prepared for it.

 ''Hey Mrs. Curtis.''

 ''Hi Ean! Mary's in her room,'' she said. I knocked on the door. Mary answered.

 ''Hey.''

 ''Thought ya were in yo' room.''

 ''I came out just to see you.'' I blushed. Mary let me come in. Her dad was playing with Danny.

 ''Hello Ean,'' her dad said. I waved at him. Mary led me to her room.

 ''That door better be open Mary.''

 ''It will be dad,'' she called from the stairs. Right when we went inside her room she gave me a little kiss. I returned the favor. When the kiss ended she grabbed my hand and took me inside her bedroom.

 ''So, what do ya wanna do?'' she asked.

 ''Up to you.''

 ''Nah,'' she said playfully. I leaned in and kissed her again. This time it was a harder kiss. Normally our kisses last a few seconds, but this was going to be different. I wasn't sure how'd she respond to this but IO took a leap of faith and slipped my tongue in her mouth. She did the same. I was a little surprised that she didn't smack me in the face for going that far. I was moving my hands around her back and she put hers on my chest. Once her hand touched the area my heart was located she pulled away from em with a scared look in here eye.

 ''What's wrong I asked?''

 ''Your heart, it's beating really slowly. I learned about this in health class. It's at a dangerously slow rate.''  I put my hand by my heart to see what she was talking about. She was right; my heart rate was dangerously slow. I felt really funny there and it was painful.

 ''Ean, are you okay?'' she asked. I nodded and made up some random excuse. I didn't know what was wrong with me. I'm starting to get scared.

 ''Yea.''

 ''You sure?''

 ''Yes.''

 ''OK,'' she said uneasily. I sat on her bed. Mary took a seat next to me. ''Where exactly did Jack and everyone go yesterday?''  I dreaded that question. The whole time I was afraid she was going to ask that. I knew she would be hacked if I told her exactly what we did.

 ''We went to the Dingo for a bit.''

 ''Oh.''

 ''Ya. Nothin' to excitin'.''  Mary just nodded.

  The whole time I was with her was a bit uncomfortable. I only stayed for a couple hours. By the time it was six o'clcok I left so dad wouldn't be upset with me. I walked down Parsons street to get home. While I was walking I heard footsteps behind me. When I turned around I saw three tall people behind me.

 ''Hey, it's Winston.'' They somehow knew me, but I didn't know them.

 ''I think he's lost.''

 ''Who the hell are you people?'' I asked. They all took a few steps closer to me. Once I saw their faces I recognized them instantly. It was a gang that lived on the far East side. Everyone called them the slashers because they would go around and slash tires, and even people. Obviously this wasn't the whole gang that stood before me.

 ''Now do ya recognize us?''

 ''How do ya'll know me?''

 ''We heard 'bout the whole rumble incident two months ago. And 'bout 'em Shepard kids dyin'.''

 ''What ya'll want me for?''

 ''It ain't cool when lil' kids wonder 'round the streets. We gotta teach 'em a lesson.''

 ''Whatever,'' I said then continued to walk away. They ganged up on me. I felt one of them grab my arm them slam me on the ground.

 ''Hey!'' I yelled. I said more but I'm not going to repeat it. One of them kicked me in the ribs. I let out a yelp of pain.  The tallest one knelt down and was inches from my face.

 ''You're gonna pay Winston.''  I still don't get how they knew me. I had absolutely no idea who these people were. He then pulled out a switch blade. In panic I kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. When he cupped his manhood I got up and punched one of the other guys in the stomach as hard as I could. He threw his head back in pain. The one guy who I didn't hit whacked me int he back of the head. I fell the ground. Several punches and kicks were sent to my body and face. Pain rushed through me. After a few minutes had gone by the guy took out his switch blade yet again. It was a sharp blade. He came real close by my face. 

 ''Where should I cut 'im?'' he asked his mini gang.

 ''Right by the jugular.''  Sweat ran down my back. My heart was racing. I had no idea what was going to become of me. The guy put the blade by my neck. His hold on the handle tightened.  He gently moved the knife right above my clavicle. I could tell by the look in his eyes he meant business, and I was out wondering around, so that made me his customer.

 ''Just cut the kid already!'' the guys yelled. The one who handled the blade pressed it into my skin and slid it down. I had a large slash from the tip of my collarbone to my pectoral. Blood began to poor from my scar. It stung really bad. Once they were done with me they all ran away. I was left lying on the floor with a scar that hurt like hell.

 It took a good thirty minutes for the pain to ease. Once I felt I was OK to go home I got up slowly. It started hurting again when I got up. I haven't been cut up this bad since the rumble. I still have the wounds from when I was stabbed...twice. Going home didn't put a smile on my face. Mom and dad were going to freak.