Hi this is my first FanFic EVER so can you please be nice. Oh and I got the title when I missed spelled boy as bony :P Get use to it, I'm odd.
He breathed into the plastic bag in his hand. The feeling in his brain was indescribable. He imagined eating his favourite food, malasadas. And there it was. It was in his mouth, he could taste the sugar melting on his tongue. He imagined that he was in his dream house. He touched the marble floor. The coolness entering his fingertips, he could swear it was real. He breathed out and took the plastic bag from his mouth. Slowly, he opened his eyes and his house and his malasadas were gone. Instead of sitting on the marble floor, he was sitting on a cardboard box. He sighed. If only the effects lasted longer. He got up, putting the bag in his worn out jeans and began to wonder the streets of Honolulu.
It was nine o'clock.
Usually his stomach would demand food but ever since he had been sniffing glue, the hunger had disappeared. Glue was much cheaper than food so it seemed reasonable to replace them. He continued to walk, not minding where he was going. He had nothing better to do. He soon ended up beside an abandoned ally or at least he thought.
'I gave yeah enough time! Now yeah gotta pay.' he heard a voice say
'I promise I'll have it tomorrow I promise.' pleaded another voice.
The boy instincts were to run. Getting involved with things like drug deals or extortion never ended well for the homeless. No one cared if a homeless person disappeared one day; that was the way of life on the streets. But something told him he should stay. Deciding just to take a look, he slowly inched his way into the ally, and luckily found a dumpster to hide behind. He could not see any distinct features but was able to make out two figures.
A roaring laugh ripped through the air 'How can I believe you? You said that the last time I came. It's now or never.' said the larger of the two figures.
'Please I promise! I can do it.'
'Too late.'
A loud scream sounded out everything else.
And then it was quite.
The boy felt himself jump a few feet into the air. He could hear his heart beating wildly, his breathing became erratic. A thin layer of cold sweat covered him. Taking a couple of deep breathes he attempted to calm himself down but to no avail. Had someone just been killed was his first thought. His second was to check on the man that he presumed had been killed.
Then his heart stopped.
He heard someone coming closer towards the dumpster. The footsteps got louder and he wanted to run away from this mess. But they never reached him. They stopped right in front of him and then continued towards the street.
The boy let out a breath he did not realise he was holding, too petrified to get up. But he was able to gather enough courage to do so. Carefully, he got up and walked towards where the scream had originated. There he saw a man lying in a pool of blood. His eyes where opened but all the colour in his face was gone.
'Mister…are you all right?' he whispered but got no response. He poked the man with his foot but again got no response. He turned around and walked out of the ally, looking back over his shoulder at the man he thought was dead. After he got out of there, he ran as fast as he could to the nearest payphone. He punched in 911, while trying to slow his breathing.
'911 what is your emergency?' said the calm voice on the other end of the phone.
'I…I think…I saw a murder…'
'Okay, can you tell me where this murder occurred?'
'The ally at 757 Queens Street…'
'Okay, the police are on the way. May I get your name?'
His mouth went dry. There was no way in hell he would tell someone his name. They would send him back to him…
'Mister, may I get your name?' the operator repeated.
Slowly, he hung up the phone without revealing his identity and took a deep breath. Then he ran into the darkness, away from the mess he somehow got caught in.
What do you think? Should I continue?