Most people fear what lurks in the shadows, some await a slow death when they die, some fear the loss of love and glory. "M. Newport-
Drops of Blood: Prologue
It was one of those winter mornings, where there was heavy rainfall the day before, which led to fog hanging in the air.
The corner of Saulsbury Ave. and Maryland Ave. is the bus stop route for the number five city bus. An African-American teenage boy stands next to a stop sign. He has a black book bag slung over his left shoulder; he is wearing a dark-blue Nike hoodie and jeans. Around his neck he wears a necklace that says "Jay", he also sports two diamond stud earrings.
The boy pulls out a cigarette from his hoodie pocket, lights it and then takes two long puffs of it. If you looked closely you could tell that he had a depressed look on his face, as if someone had broken his heart or someone in his family died. But anyone who knew this young man knew he was always like that.
Up the street the number five slowly approaches, an African-American man in his twenties stands near the bus driver, holding on to the rail. He wears black jeans, a black muscle shirt and he has a plaid scarf around his neck. He is dark-skinned and tall with a low-cut that fades.
The man pushes the stop call button and the bus slowly starts to come to a stop as it approaches Saulsbury Ave. As the bus doors open he walks out and bumps into a young man, probably around the age of eighteen. "My bad…" the young man says.
The young boy flicks a cigarette into the street and moves out of the man's way, the man turns and looks at the boy as he walks onto the bus "You are alright, have a nice day." The man walks off into the fog.
The young man walks to the back of the bus and sits down, he glances out the window and sees the man he bumped into, he is smiling. "What a weirdo." He says to himself.
The young man pulls out his Ipod and puts in his headphones. He is interrupted by his cellphone vibrating, he reaches in his pocket and sees an unknown number, and he answers it and says: "Hello?" the voice on the other side of the phone sounds familiar "I got some bud for you, meet me at the park, see you soon Jay."
Jay puts his phone away and returns to listening to his music. He thinks to himself "Why can't I stop buying this shit."
The bus rides down Maryland Ave. slowly approaching the park….Jay pushes the call button and stands up.