"Plane to Seattle, Washington will be taking off in 5 minutes." The words rang throughout the cafe. Slowly I raised my head, my eyes connecting with the old man across the room; he was wearing a large baggy shirt that looks like it could use a wash. He has been watching me for over 20 minutes now, just staring, nothing more and nothing less. I know this would scare a normal 17 year old, but I wasn't normal now was I? Sigh, how is it that everything I think of always ends with my unhappiness, my – difference. Was there no distraction out there good enough to take my mind off my past? So I can be happy for just a few minutes, is that so bad to ask for? But then again, why do I deserve happiness.
"Plane to Seattle, Washington will to taking off in 3 minutes." The announcement woke me from my ponderings, bringing me back to reality. I stood up, still staring into the eyes of the old man. I knew what he wanted, how he stared at my body like it was his for the taking. He wasn't ashamed with what he was about to do or, well, what he was about to try to do, that is.
I chuckled darkly. He couldn't hurt me, no one could. As I stared at him, into those light grey eyes, I knew what he wanted. He wanted to pin me to a wall and drag me to his car where he would then slowly take off my clothes, one button at a time. He was going to rip my underwear off me. Using the knife in his pocket to cut lines of my chest, laughing as I struggled and tried to scream. He would stuff a sock in my mouth to gag me, licking my tears off my cheeks as he moved to kis – I blinked. Breaking off the scene that was playing behind my eyes.
Silently I turned and walked away from this man, knowing that he would soon claim another victim for his hell-deserving crimes. He had done this many times before, stealing woman for his own amusement and pleasure. As I had done what I just did many times before, I walked away. I wasn't surprised. How could I be? I had seen so much evil in this world, in these humans. They were disgusting, vile creatures that sadly rule our planet. Sure there were the odd humans that were nice, but there aren't enough of them to make my opinion of the entire race change.
I looked up realising that during my thoughts of the human race I had been walking towards the gates to my flight. As I reached security I removed all the metal I had and walked through the metal detector, waiting for my luggage to finish going through the x–ray. The guard watched my every move, but never made eye contact, which was to be expected. My presence makes humans uneasy, their instincts telling them that I was dangerous – lethal even. If only they realised how lethal I really was. Just one look that's all it would tak – again I interrupted my thoughts, not allowing my mind to go down that road.
Quickly I grabbed my items and bag before rushing to my plane, I can't miss it. I needed to get out of here. I got there just in time; the flight attendant was just closing the hatch to the plane when I got there. She gave me a dirty look, I was used to this. The way I dresses always made people look at me with disgust or hate.
I was wearing a gothic looking dress. It went down to just above my knees and had a corset style stomach that ended below my bust, pushing them up slightly, making them look bigger. Around my collar was, about, an inch thick fish netting that went all the way around. My sleeves went down to the middle of my hand, where a thin designed fabric continued past my finger tips. The bottom to the dress was slightly ruffled with the same designed fabric on my sleeves at the bottom. The back of my dress had a medium sized bow that made the dress tight around my slight waist. It was based off an 18th century dress design, which looked very well on me. (Link on profile)
I walked down the aisle looking for my seat; finally I found it. I sat down without looking to see who my neighbours are, truly I didn't care. I took out my I-pod and started looking for something to distract me. This was, after all, a four hour from Phoenix to Seattle and I didn't want anyone to try to talk to me.