Crimson!

Part 6

Part VI — "The Next Step..."

Unfortunately, my "escape plan" didn't go so well. The haters saw me and (damn) they chased — with skateboards. Even though they were just a bit too slow, they kept trying hard and tossed some middle fingers and swears. One of them even tried to throw a shiv at the bus, but of course that failed... I think.

A few minutes later, just as I thought I was in the clear...

"Good morning, passengers. This is your driver speaking. Unfortunately, the petrol tank line has snapped and the entire bus will explode in around two minutes. Get out immediately, unless you are looking for a nice, painless idea for a suicide."

As everyone discarded the bus, I figured that it must be the haters who did that. And sure enough, at the bottom of the bus were two shivs... and there seemed to be blood on them. Seeing that the haters weren't that afar, I kept going in the opposite direction.

There's this giant... "senior citizen" (to be "weak-ly kind"... I learnt that all this might get published later on...) who blocked my way. I tried to move, but this old woman didn't budge. In fact, when I almost got past her, she threw her walker at me. KABLAM!

"Why aren't you at school, small boy?!" she gruffed.

"I turned e— "

"NEVER MIND!" she yelled. "I DO NOT CARE. Shitty niccas who block my way, making me lose my inner beauty..."

I didn't hear more than that as I was trying to escape the haters, who seemed to have almost caught up... if they were still trying. I kept going.

(I just noticed that a lot of random people who I encountered recently seemed a bit off.)

I was losing ground, though. The crowd of passengers disbanded greatly and soon I was the only one left on the rural streets of Greater Endville Area. I turned around and found that the haters were still heading towards me and a bit noise from that direction. I saw an empty dumpster (the trash was put in a plastic bag, and both of them were collected today) and dove inside. There was a small hole at the top so I could slightly see what was going on outside.

I saw the haters were starting to give up on me as they stopped running and skating and just plainly walking.

"Nicca itu benar-benar pelacur," one of them said.

"Dia mungkin dijemput oleh ibunya, omong kosong kecil," said another.

"Dia bahkan tidak bisa berbahasa Inggris dengan baik!"

"Sial aku butuh rokok..."

Soon they turned back and went away. Once I was sure they couldn't see or hear me, I crawled out and headed the opposite direction of the haters.

***

When I got back to my apartment building, something didn't seem right. There was a tinge of red in the air, it seemed, and the other people in the apartment building were really silent, and didn't bother to talk much.

When I reached my floor, I found that someone was clearly waiting for me, and he seemed firm. He looked like a male, 350-pound version of Grit, and that caused a shiver. He had me cornered and I had to just stay there...

"Has! I've been lookin' for yeh!" he sneered.

"What?!"

"Hey kid! Why aren't you in school, boy?!" People always seemed to regard me as a kid for no particular reason. Also... I'm starting to get tired of people naggin' like I did something—