Red Desert [L.H.]

[Prologue]

"Don't fucking start with me! I can't deal with you and I want you OUT. Out. Of. My. House."

I didn't know what hit me next, the thought of death, or the porcelain lamp crashing against the wall next to my head, almost hitting me and shattering into a million little crystal pieces.

I was never afraid of moving into a new home, with new people, until now. Now I was terrified. I don't know if now is the time but the only thing keeping me sane is the casual music playing in the back of my mind.

'My girlfriend's bitchin cause I always sleep in, she's always screaming when she's callin her friends, she's kinda hot though, yeah she's kinda hot though'

How ironic of me to be reciting my favorite song from a 'punk rock' band at a time of crisis like this. Not very sane of me, now is it? But we're not all sane are we? Some of us have to be insane to keep the world turning on its axis.

I never pictured myself in this place before, but then again, who would?

You don't picture yourself sitting on a wall, doubled over in fear - just on the brink of death. Only someone truly insane would. Or maybe you just think too much. Either way, not the time to be singing in your head.

Some people may beg to differ, but it's just the way of the world. Everyone thinks differently. Our minds work in mysterious ways.

Crash!! I think my heart just jumped from my chest. My conscience in the back of my mind telling me this is my time to run, as my attacker is struggling to get back up from his tragic fall over his own feet. Not much of an attacker if you ask me.

It's not every day you get attacked at random. With no expectation of it. With no warning. Just cold blooded people wanting something gruesome to pass the time with. To maybe make them feel more powerful, when really it makes them powerless. It drains every little criminal, cold blooded, poison filled cell from their body.

All you have to do to survive is, well, outsmart your killer. Twist their mind that's already been twisted so much to the point where they burst. Possibly turn the situation around on themself. Maybe they'll pull the trigger, but just when you think you're going to be running from a bullet, it misses you because in that time span, they flip the weapon around and bring it among themselves. Killing themself.

Not that you could possibly bare watching that. It's the sorta thing no human soul wants to witness. No sane human soul. Maybe some people are insane because they're just in need of a little color in their life. Maybe it's a genetic trait being passed down from mother to daughter. Father to son, vice- versa.

Only the truly insane will ever know the answer to that. While all proved to be sane people just go wondering around for the rest of their lives. Personally I think the mentally sane people are so insane they rule themselves out of that category. But maybe that's just a dumb theory. Maybe i'm just a theory. I could be just a figment of imagination and I would never know till the day I died.

But let's not think like that- right now, at least.

Attempting to stand up and run away from my inevitable death, my body is overcome in pain. Running away from my death was no longer an option. All I could get out before the bullet pinched me right below my heart, was a cold blooded yelp.