Chapter 6- Late Night Visit
"What was that girl doing in my room?" I asked myself the next morning while the nurse was checking my vitals. They said I was doing better, that I could go home soon. Well, not home, but to the correction facility.
Correction facility. Just some spiffy words they use to hide it's true meaning- hell. Hell for kids like me who stumble into bad situations.
It wasn't that I needed, or much wanted to be in the Chainsaws. In my family, you do what you have to do to make the family proud and uphold the name.
After my brother's murder, joining the gang was the best thing I could do.
I'm not a bad person, at least, not all the time.
The Chainsaws taught me how to roll with the punches. In the Chainsaws you learned how to outwit the fuzz, how to steal food when you got sick of toast everyday. They taught me how to live, how to survive in this unfair world.
They were more then just friends; they were family.
I came from a pretty decent family, lower middle class, but when we started associating with the gang life got worse. Soon we were living in the streets, or the alleys. Anywhere we could find shelter.
My mum died from hypothermia one winter, it had snowed. It had snowed in Sunnydale, weird huh?
I watched the rain pound down on the hospital window.
Rain is so powerful.
The rain on the window was almost strong enough to break the glass, but when it realized it couldn't it died off into little rivulets of water, just another stream, nothing special.
One among many.
It had its glory, one second when it was big and important. Then that second ended, and it was just another drop of water.
One among many.
Just like that, faster than you could blink.
Sleep began to take over my body, the pounding rain a swift lullaby.
My sleep was riddled with dreams, dreams of the night before.
Who was that girl?
She was so beautiful with her shocking green eyes and her fiery red locks, her slight frame and her long legs.
I opened my eyes to darkness, it was night, but there was a glow radiating from Her.
Red hair, green eyes, there she was.
So beautiful.
Standing at my bedside, watching over me.
She lifted a hand and rested her palm on my cheek.
Shockwaves raced through my body like an electrical current.
I was surprised to hear myself let out a throaty moan.
It was a whimper of want.
Her.
I wanted Her.
Her eyes closed and her lips parted, her head tilting slightly back.
I could tell she was feeling it too.
It was like a drug.
Like a magnet pulling from the depths of the soul, from the bottom of the gut.
It pulled towards her. Like she held the opposite pole. Waiting to receive me.
We both let out a scream, in unison, as the feeling ripped through our bodies.
A feeling like we were being torn apart, every piece taken off and littered around the room.
I opened my eyes, she did too, and I was shocked to see her eyes were pure black.
Black like a hole, a deep hole, the deepest.
Black like the depths of the ocean.
Black.
Deep and scary.
I tore my eyes away from hers; I couldn't look at them any longer without being sucked in.
Glancing around I realized that the room wasn't dark anymore; it was filled with light from streams of blue and red sparkles that darted everywhere like the little pinballs in that machine at the bar that Donny used to take me to when we were little.
I looked back to Her. Her eyes were turning back to their original state, and the red glitter filling the room was thinning. She fell to the ground in a heap, all the red gone.
I jumped to help her, but found myself to be incredibly weak. I fell next to her on the ground as the last blue sparkle died.
"What was that girl doing in my room?" I asked myself the next morning while the nurse was checking my vitals. They said I was doing better, that I could go home soon. Well, not home, but to the correction facility.
Correction facility. Just some spiffy words they use to hide it's true meaning- hell. Hell for kids like me who stumble into bad situations.
It wasn't that I needed, or much wanted to be in the Chainsaws. In my family, you do what you have to do to make the family proud and uphold the name.
After my brother's murder, joining the gang was the best thing I could do.
I'm not a bad person, at least, not all the time.
The Chainsaws taught me how to roll with the punches. In the Chainsaws you learned how to outwit the fuzz, how to steal food when you got sick of toast everyday. They taught me how to live, how to survive in this unfair world.
They were more then just friends; they were family.
I came from a pretty decent family, lower middle class, but when we started associating with the gang life got worse. Soon we were living in the streets, or the alleys. Anywhere we could find shelter.
My mum died from hypothermia one winter, it had snowed. It had snowed in Sunnydale, weird huh?
I watched the rain pound down on the hospital window.
Rain is so powerful.
The rain on the window was almost strong enough to break the glass, but when it realized it couldn't it died off into little rivulets of water, just another stream, nothing special.
One among many.
It had its glory, one second when it was big and important. Then that second ended, and it was just another drop of water.
One among many.
Just like that, faster than you could blink.
Sleep began to take over my body, the pounding rain a swift lullaby.
My sleep was riddled with dreams, dreams of the night before.
Who was that girl?
She was so beautiful with her shocking green eyes and her fiery red locks, her slight frame and her long legs.
I opened my eyes to darkness, it was night, but there was a glow radiating from Her.
Red hair, green eyes, there she was.
So beautiful.
Standing at my bedside, watching over me.
She lifted a hand and rested her palm on my cheek.
Shockwaves raced through my body like an electrical current.
I was surprised to hear myself let out a throaty moan.
It was a whimper of want.
Her.
I wanted Her.
Her eyes closed and her lips parted, her head tilting slightly back.
I could tell she was feeling it too.
It was like a drug.
Like a magnet pulling from the depths of the soul, from the bottom of the gut.
It pulled towards her. Like she held the opposite pole. Waiting to receive me.
We both let out a scream, in unison, as the feeling ripped through our bodies.
A feeling like we were being torn apart, every piece taken off and littered around the room.
I opened my eyes, she did too, and I was shocked to see her eyes were pure black.
Black like a hole, a deep hole, the deepest.
Black like the depths of the ocean.
Black.
Deep and scary.
I tore my eyes away from hers; I couldn't look at them any longer without being sucked in.
Glancing around I realized that the room wasn't dark anymore; it was filled with light from streams of blue and red sparkles that darted everywhere like the little pinballs in that machine at the bar that Donny used to take me to when we were little.
I looked back to Her. Her eyes were turning back to their original state, and the red glitter filling the room was thinning. She fell to the ground in a heap, all the red gone.
I jumped to help her, but found myself to be incredibly weak. I fell next to her on the ground as the last blue sparkle died.