Meeting with the Devil
Running as fast i could through the rain to the nearest train station, my soaked wet clothes sticking to my body, my long blonde hair falling like a waterfall down my back and shoulders. My big blue eyes searching in the sky, trying to find out when the weathergods stop crying. Pulling up the band of the big back i carried with me.
When i finally arrived at the train station i hurried to jump in my train who was just leaving, picking up a newspaper who was laying on my seat i read the date, '17 august 2010,' August already,.. And finally, after all the waiting i was here,
I was scared, scared like hell, but glad, that i was finally here.
Looking around in the train, i saw that all the American people here looked almost the same as in Holland. Pressing my bag closer against me, scared for the looks of the man who looked at my bag. All the things i heard from Detroit werent really good,
so keep youre bag with you, is what my friends said.
I guess iam used to the freedom i have in Holland, this is so different.
The train finally stopped and slid open his cheap doors.
Okay, here i was, in a creepy street where i actually didnt want to walk alone.
My belly turned five times when i thought about what was going to happen.
With the adress on the little paper i had in my hand i walked further up the street.
Getting more and more nervous en feeling my pride and strength fall harder and harder.
When i come up to his door it fell, i couldnt do it, i ran. My heavy bag pulling with me, killing my shoulder i ran further up the street.
God damm it why are these streets so long here? I saw my phone ringing.. I saw his name, i didnt pick up. He probaly want to know where iam and whats taking me so long, no i cant do it.
The rain begane to fall harder, lighting flow across the sky. Detroit was still alive, it didnt sleep, i wasnt use to this, still cars going around,
everywhere light in the city. Was Holland that death?
Feeling cold wet and scared i pushed myself against the wall my bag pressing tightly against my chest. I didnt know where i was, great, lost.
Should he know what i was doing..? My eyelids felt heavy, my head hurt.
Why was i so f*cked up about this? I waited for this, for so long.
After two hours i was about to fall asleep, when a person stepped in front of me, His dark shadow covering my tiny frame. Shit..
'I knew i would find you somewhere up the street,.. Silly girl.' That was the last thing i could hear, before everything went black.