Like another Grand Theft Auto game, fighting for your right to live, fighting for your right to keep your friends and dignity. This isn't a friendly town, nor has it ever been. And when someone didn't break the law they were most likely gunned down. But if you wanted a good time, you would skateboard, steel some ice cream, and visit every nook in the town. Dark, dirty, painted black, it was like walking the other side of New York.
"Hey, Roxas, hurry up. Were catching the train to the sunset point in 10," Pence yelled out into the cold streets gruffly. So gruffly the stray black cat took a run for its last life. Teens roamed the streets on their skateboards, kids ran 'round with black painted sticks batting at each other.
I turn my head from my view of the black cat running to Hayner and Pence motioning for him to hurry.
"Yeah, grab the tickets I'll be there," I yell back out.
"Why?" Pence yells down into the slops.
"Um, I need to grab my board quickly," I yell a lie out. Well it's partially true.
"Well, hurry."
Nodding I turn from my bro's and sis and walk down the streets to my apartment stepping on the Plexiglas covered white lights along the way. They give absolutely no colour other than white. It's just another 'colour' to the yellow sun rays and black shadow. Something different that seems to puzzle even the most intelligent geezers. I sigh heavily letting out my visible breath in thought of the last dream I had.
Almost every day I have a new dream about some boy, his key, and the light. Whatever that's supposed to mean to me. Light? Pfft, more like another lecture about staying out of crime and living a normal life my neighbours would say every week. But that key... It's different... It seems to always come back to that kid. No matter what he does it comes back, on command or not.
Shoving my hands into my pockets and tipping my head even further down into the shadows. Stepping into the back ally with my right leg and then my body following fully behind myself I smack head on into Setzer.
"Fuck!" he screams in agony bringing his hands to his head.
"Sorry bro didn't see you..!" I say stepping back bringing my hands to my shoulder showing him I didn't mean harm.
He brings his left hand from his head and goes to whack me, "shut-up idiot." I spin down into the pretzel sitting position with him behind me dodging his fist. Putting my left hand to the ground I slide my right leg out from under me sliding it against the ground tripping him onto his back.
I bring my right leg back in stepping up with my back behind him. I flip my collar, turn my head 90 degrees and start slow and clear, "two words: anger management."
I bring my right leg to the side spinning myself and walk past him coldly.
I hear whining and some swears but I ignore it anyway. What I did was so simple it was like the first thing you learn on the streets.
I arrive to the building entrance and take up the flight of stairs to my yellow apartment.
I enter quickly, grab my skateboard and bag, and snip out of the building before the 2:00 kids take their daily routine of robbing the residents wandering the halls.
"That's not true! The heart may be weak, and sometimes it may even give in. But I've learned that deep down, there's a light that never goes out!" ~ "Hmm, I hope that's true for everyone..."