I'm waiting anxiously for my bus to arrive. As someone opens the door i was standing next to letting in the cool spring breeze. Shivering, I pull my jacket closer to me. My headphones are in my ears, blocking me off from the rest of civilization. Blowing Smoke, is playing. I hum and sing quietly to myself .
'Between the lunch and dinner rush Kelly caught that outbound bus for Vegas. We're all out here talking trash, making bets. Lips wrapped round our cigarettes. She always thought she was too good to be a waitress.'
'"Bus 360 for Atlanta, Georgia!" A pleasant woman's voice snapped me out of my preoccupied state of mind. I glanced around, and saw a gloved hand gesturing in my direction, directing me to the big green and grey bus. I flash a pleasant smile, and step on to the bus. It smells of a putrid combination of period blood and vomit. I sat directly in the middle of the left row of the bus, seeing as no one would be sharing this ride with me today. I reached into my bag, and grabbed my book of Robert Frost poems. I didn't have a real a fondness for poetry, except for anything by Robert Frost.
'so much depends
upon a red wheel
barrow glazed with rain
water beside the white
chickens.'
I smiled at the familiarness of the poetry, then gently shut it. I sit my book nest to my backpack, then set my bag on my lap. Digging through my bag, I found my phone. I took the plastic purple case off of the phone, and took off the back of the phone. Taking the memory card out of the phone, I crushed it into minuscule pieces of dust in one swift motion. Knowing my family, they have a tracker on my phone. I don't want them following me. I quickly reassembled my phone, and slips it into the front of my backpack. Business men and children with small red balloons began entering on the bus. Students on a field trip, Grandparents going to visit out-of-town family. Yet, one man strikes me as particularly odd. He seemed to have a devilish look in his dark ominous eyes as they over all the inhabitants of the bus. His gaze lingers on the children longingly, almost as if a need was there. His clothing was ragged and old, as if he had worn them for many years. His unruly brown hair was long and overgrown past his skinny shoulders, and liver spots and wrinkles defected his face. To be honest, he just had a general creepy aura of him. He places himself next to a seemingly perfect housewife and her two children. Her housewife was glued to her phone, so she didn't see the manic grin he offered her two children. As the bus slowly inched along, I fought to urge to close my eyelids. I kept the children in my peripheral vision. I felt as if it was my duty as a decent person to keep these children in my sight, and that if I didn't, this creepy pervert of a man would hurt them. I saw him inch closer to the small girl with pigtails. I turned to face him, and stared at him with a mixture of suspicion and hatred. He looks up with a smile that instantly disappears when his eyes meet mine. His eyes are as cold as ice. My lips form a thin, yet polite smile, showing off my slightly sharper canine teeth.
The bus screeched to a halt in the bus station precisely on time. The greying mother and her two children were the first to leave. The possibly pedophilic man flashed a disappointed frown, and a light wave at the little girl, whom was crying for her Mommy. I shove my way past him, my bag sharply bumping him away from me. I wanted to put as much distance between him and the little family. He hastily followed in pursuit, attempting to find a way around me, but I sensed his movements, and I blocked him from getting to the small family. I heard his exasperated sigh as he realized he couldn't get past me. Eventually, after several minutes of this, he shoved past me. "Get out of my way. I've got things to take care of." I watched him stalk around the corner, where the family had just rounded the turn. The Mother was engrossed in holding her young son and texting at the same time. I caught up with the family just in time to see the little girl's blond head disappear behind the heavy bathroom door. I watched, horrified, as the man slowly creeped into the bathroom. I sprinted across the walkway of bus station to the bathroom, swinging open the door. I in no time I was nothing more than a blur as I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and I shoved him against the wall. "Da hell d'ya think yer doin?" Her slurred his vowels, a mumbling mess. Outside the door, I could faintly make out soft humming as the little girl skipped out of the restroom. The man grunted in annoyance, then turned to me and raised an eyebrow. "Your poor choices and disgusting mannerisms has cost you your life." I say without sympathy. He laughed, and straightened his back, his lanky body trying to shove my petite one. I clasp a hand over his mouth, knocking his head into the wall. I could smell the blood before I saw it.