I walked out of the office and into the busy streets of Chicago. I remember when I lived out in the country about 3 hours from here. The country was so beautiful and solitary. There was hardly any one living out there, So no one but my mother and I heard my step fathers screams.
The memory was oddly gratifying, seeing him writhe in pain on the wooden floor. "Maybe I am insane," I thought, "But I sure as hell won't admit it." I walked down the crowded sidewalk, silently and discreetly observing the people who passed by.
A middle aged woman ,with brown and greying hair, passed by in a very professional looking black pencil skirt and white blouse. She looked stressed to the point where she appeared she could die of a heart attack any moment. That woman would probably waste the rest of her life working.
A teenage boy with blonde hair and green eyes passed to my left. He was attractive to a degree but he appeared to be one of those dicks in highschool we all grew up with, who lived in their own world without having to feel real pain. He looked as if his biggest concern was what iPhone will go with his shoes.
I continued making observations of the people who passed by me until I reached meadow lane, where my apartment complex was. I sighed a sigh of exhaustion. I was ready to get into my pajamas with a yogurt and read "Wuthering Heights" for the 145th time. But I wasn't counting or anything. I climbed up the steps and unlocked my apartment door. As I crossed the threshold, the boy in the office weaseled his way from my subconscious to my current thoughts.
He was very attractive. But something about him attracted me to him other than his looks. I think it's because he has an ora of darkness and mystery. Much like myself I suppose.
