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Damn It, Not Again!
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Mecca sucks, I though', as I trudged up th'stairs, holdin' my righ' arm. I needed tha' arm, stupid, blimey, ro''en...these though's trailed around in my mind while I fumbled painfully for my key.
I opened the door and sighed, kicking i' closed again harder than I should've, because of my rude neighbors. Now they were going t'play their filthy ro''en "music" on high volume all nigh' long.
Damn.
I opened my safe and threw my bag inside, closing i' and spinning the combo lock before clicking the deadbol' inte place and the key 'round my neck.
I wen' inte the bathroom, if you could call i' tha', and opened the mirrored cabine', pulling ou' my makeshift medical ki'. Some gauze and alcohol tha' I pilfered from a doctor a couple days earlier. I poured the alcohol all over tha' gauze and then took a couple short breaths before slappin' the cold, burnin' liquid covered bandage righ' on m'wound.
"Jesus-fucking-Christ!!" I snapped, throwing m'self backwards inte the wall next t'me and squintin' my eyes shu' as my blood began t'burn in their veins.
I bi' my lip t'keep from cryin' ou', and when I tasted blood, I knew tha' I'd have t'clean tha' cu' as well.
Damn.
I' seemed like hours before the sharp pain became a dull throb, and I opened my eyes, grad'ally. Lookin' a' m'arm, I saw tha' i' was covered in blood, and would have t'be cleaned completely. I used the same side of the gauze t'wipe off the blood tha' had oozed down my arm and then poured more alcohol on I', pressing the other side back onte the gash.
I' hurt less this time, bu' I still cursed, and when tha' pain had subsided, I grabbed the tape and wrapped i' around my entire arm, tight enough t'hold, loose enough for blood circulation.
I ate wha' meager food I had left in the fridge, cursed Mecca again, and then shuffled towards m'bedroom, so tha' I could ge' some shu' eye. I was going to need i'. Tha' goggled freak tha' sliced m'arm bore a demeanor of determination. I didn' think he'd wait very long t'track me down.
If I wasn' small and fas' and ligh', I don' think I would've go''en off s'easy.
If I were a secon' or two slower...
Jus' one more scar t'add t'the collection really.
The life of a thief isn' qui'e as glamorous as I though' i' would be.
I fell asleep with li''le difficulty, and had planned on sleeping till at least sunrise.
Unfortunately for me, the gods of irony had fallen madly in love with me, and were paying the utmost attention.
Damn.
I woke up in the middle of the night and sa' up, instantly alert. I'd heard somethin', I was sure of it. Kickin' off my blankets as quickly as possible, I drew the knife from within m'pillowcase and looked a' the door, standin' up and holdin' onte the wall as the vertigo hi' me. Curse me for breathin' in as I stood up. Firs' rule for a thief: Never breathe in as ye stand up, i' causes the blood to rush t'yer head.
Tha' could be critic'lly unfortuna'e.
I opened the quie' door and stuck my head inte the hallway. Seein' no one in the dark, I switched the position of m'knife so tha' if I needed to I could throw i' and switched on my ligh'. Still no one.
Warily, I stood up a little straigh'er and scratched my hand through m'long, messy hair.
"Gettin' paranoid in m'old age," I joked with a sigh, leaning against the door as I tried to dispel the fear tha' gripped me. I looked a' the knife in m'hand and closed my eyes, releasing a shuddering breath. "Damn you, Da." I muttered. I slid t'si' on the floor and sighed again, my muscles trembling a' the though' of wha' tha'...man would do t'my other arm if he found me. He was defini'ely capable of killing.
Oh enough of this, I though' t'myself, shaking my head. Dad lef' you his legacy, so deal with i'.
I pushed myself t'my fee' and turned t'get back inte bed.
The bed where a rather burly man with pitch black goggles sa' casually, staring curiously a' me.
Damn.
