'The Human race is sickening,' I thought.
Smirking at how true the statement was, I grasped the polystyrene cup between my gloved fingers, attempting to retain the heat radiating off of it. My thin, murky green rain coat cloaked my shivering form as I sat on the park bench. The wood had been defiled by vandals, practically all of it's surface area had been spray-painted with crude messages or engraved using a blunt object. A gaggle of ditzy-looking girls with extremely long hair stood in a circle by the bike sheds that had also been desecrated. They all giggled and tore their gazes from the various mobile phones they held to scrutinize my outfit. The group then sniggered at my miserable appearance.
"Look at how greasy her hair is. When did she last have a bath?"
This earned another round of titters. I held the cup of coffee to my lips, taking a swallow and regretted it instantly. The brown substance was a bitter, lukewarm liquid that definately contained the man's spit due to it's thick texture. I started to cough and gag, attracting the attention of almost everyone within a seven metre radius. After tossing the disgusting cup into the bin next to me, I stood up and stretched out. I wrinkled my nose at the smell of urine that wafted over from the abandoned building that many people use as a toilet. The sky was dark, the familiar sound of rain starting to fill my ears. The teenage girls soon shrieked and ran to shelter. I on the other hand just kept walking. The light rain soon turned into a downpour and, despite my water-proof clothing, I was soaked. This was a natural occurrence. The alleyway that I was walking down reeked of alcohol, piss and the content of someone's stomach. A building's door swung open, revealing a man and woman attempting to eat each other's face off. They advanced into the middle of the passage, blocking my way. I coughed slightly and broke the passionate kiss apart. The woman turned to me and glared as I trudged past. The open door of the premises unveiled the ruckus that was going on inside. Lights flashed as numerous semi-clad females swung on poles, dancing to a heavy beat as men threw money at them, gambled and drunk from frosted beer-bottles. I pulled my hood up and sighed.
The Human race truly is disgusting . . .
I reached the apartment that I shared with my mother and unlocked the door. I shrugged off my jacket and hung it on one of the tacky plastic chairs.
"Hello? Anyone home?"
There was a loud thud in the kitchen followed by a cry of pain. My eyes widened a fraction as I walked in. A red haired woman lay on the floor, a pool of blood around her torso.
"Mum!"
I ran her side and picked up her limp body. A smile broke out on her beautiful face. I stared helplessly at her, my own face turning a deathly white.
"Who did this to you?" I whispered. "I'm going to kill them!"
"Hosh...Hoshiko. Don't worry. I'm...fine."
She stared up at me lovingly and patted my face. My mother's warm, hazel eyes searched my plain green ones and she beamed yet again. That's what tore my heart apart. The woman was dying, yet she still kept a smile on her face.
"You know... I never p-planned on having y-you... When I found out... I cried for a week! N-Not because I w-was sad, but because, because I was bringing a beautiful little g-girl into the world..."
A tear fell onto my mother's cheek.
"It was the b-best...surprise anyone c-could give me... Don't cry. N-No one is w-worth your t-tears..."
She closed her eyes and died in my arms. When the only person that loved me died, part of me went with her to heaven. I was interrupted by a rough voice behind me.
"That bitch didn't do what I wanted. To stay alive, I guess that you should do what I say."
The man was leaning against the old kitchen worktops playing with a blood-stained knife. He smirked menacingly at me and took a step forward. The air that he breathed out stank of alcohol and the smell only got stronger as he advanced towards me. I inched closer to the kitchen draw, where we kept the knives, and when I was right up against it I yanked the cupboard open and pulled one of the weapons out.
"Don't be a fool, girl! Just give up. You never know, I could find a use for you."
The man licked his lips and eyed my body.
"HOSHIKO!"
I spun round to face Jun, the landlord barging through the door. The pudgy, grey-haired man only came to a halt when he saw my mother's cold, dead body.
"GET OUT!" he cried.