I was walking through the store, I smelled horrible cigarette smoke from the man behind me it was thick, heavy and I couldn’t breath. Every now and then I flashed an evil look at him, but he just ignored me. I never understood what was with these rebel guys thinking being disrespectful to other people made them cool.
I walked up to the front of the store to pay for my merchandise, he continued to follow me which scared me. I looked back every now and then and caught a few glimpses. He had long black hair, bright green eyes, and his cloths were black ripped up. He wore black dress pants ripped at the knees, a black t-shirt with some band named blindside on it, black boots, and a button down shirt over his band shirt. He was a wanna be rocker who never succeeded, yet I was strangely attracted to him.
The cashier at the register told him he couldn’t smoke in here so he put the cigarette out in his hand and smirked. I paid for my things and ran out the door hoping to never see that man again, but sadly I was guilty of wishing I did. I drove all the way home wondering what would have happened, could we have had passionate night of none stop sex, or maybe he would have just murdered me. Hell, he could have just been a a regular guy who already has a girlfriend and I am just some paranoid pervert.
I drove up to my favorite specialties shop in Baltimore. He sold a verity of things, comics, music, games, weed, and my books. I became a famous author of provocative fantasy books, which became famous between men and women. I walked in and walked towards the back, I waved my hand to the owner/my friend and just went to the bathroom.
I splashed the water onto my face to relax myself from what happened earlier. My dark brown hair fell down around my eyes and I used the water to keep it pushed back. I stared at myself with my dark eyes and red lips in the mirror as water dripped off my face.
“Get over it!” I said to myself in the mirror then walking out the door.
I often said that to myself, I was a orphan child my father borrowed money from the mafia and ended up in debt. He thought what he was doing was right by killing me and my mother with him before they killed us all. My mother hide me in the closet with a gun and she told me “if he comes in here shoot him dead, shoot the monster dead!” She closed the closet door and then I heard him shoot her and slowly the closet door started to open. I loved my mother and knew she wanted me to live that’s why she tried to protect me. I shot my father that day, I shot the monster dead!
I miss my mother she was so wise and beautiful. I kept living though, its what she would have wanted. I was young about nine years old, my cousin and her mother took me in till I was eighteen and I moved out on my own.
I guess I could be a bad person, live in self pity, but my mom gave her life to save me because she wanted me to be happy, and that’s what I try to be everyday.
Walking out to the counter I was greeted by a bear of a guy with a bushy beard, hippie cloths, and the greatest smile.
“well hello my Kira, how are you today?”
“I am fine Neil, came here for some book inspiration.” I replied and smiled.
“the usual stuff I am guessing...” He replied as his speech slurred as a tattooed man walked in, he had a chain running down his nose to his lip, ripped jeans, and a colorful Mohawk. He flashed Neil a look and a smile as Neil tried to get his words back together.
“Well...I have something new for you, you'll like it a lot.” he smiled almost scared of something. He went into the back as I looked at the small book shelf they sell books on. Only a few books sat on it, I guess to make it look like they sell books other then mine. My books were all sold, its always like that every time I come in. Neil walked out with a small baggie of weed and handed it to me.
“Guess you need more books?”
“Yes, I really do I could never keep enough of your books on the shelf” Neil said looking over his shoulder at the tattooed guy.
“Neil, are you okay?”
“YES! I just think you should go Kira...”
“Okay...” I said walking towards the door, as I put my hand on the door handle he replied,
“Kira!” his mouth shuddered in shock, he kept looking over at the man as he shut his mouth and looked down. “Be careful”
“I will...” I replied with a fake smile and walked out the door. Neil has always been friendly and sweet I'm not sure why he was so scared, but with Neil it would never surprise me if he was in some sort of trouble.
I got home and laid down on my couch for a little while staring at my front door. It was closed, the chain lock was on, so was the dead bolt, and the knob lock. I then sat up for a second and rolled the weed that was given to me, I put it up to my mouth and light it. I laid back down and stared at my front door breathing the smoke in and holding it as long as I could then breathing it softly out. The higher I got the more I thought about all the secretes everyone carried. No one but my family knew about mine, with my parents, and no one but Neil knew about my illegal smoking habit. How many other secretes were out there? Who was that man in the store, what secretes did he hold?
I continued to stare at the front door, was I high enough to believe that the door was opening? The man from the store walked in and walked towards me, his face comes close to mine as his lips softly graze mine, was this real or a dream? He lays my right arm out softly with his left hand as his right hand softly caresses my cheek. He lays my wrist out and holds it over the edge as he pulls my coffee table over. The man puts a bag on my table pulling out tattoo equipment, I lifted my head as he lend over and softly kissed my lips. I felt my body lift off the couch slightly as I fell back down fast asleep.
Dreams filled my head, him softly touching my skin, kissing him and every inch of my body tingling. The pain of my wrist I wanted to scream out, but I wasn't sure of what! The pain, or the enjoyment of his touch.
I woke up screaming out in what sounded like pleasure and pain all at the same time. I looked over at my door wide open and I jumped up and shut the door locking every lock. I ran to the bathroom and threw water onto my face. Looking into the mirror I said,
“Get over it!” I brushed back my hair with my right hand and saw it. A tattoo of a symbol that looked like a zero with a line straight down the center, and right next to it was the letter o with a sideways I in the center of it. I didn’t understand what it meant, or how did I get this? Till I realized when I learned about Greek mythology in college, this was the Greek symbol of DEATH!