Connor VS Fatality.

Chapter 1: Situation.

            In the room there was just a thin streak of light, which was coming from the lamppost on the other side of the road…

 That little light was soothing, not letting place to darkness. Nobody likes darkness, especially not Connor. It was one of those nights that waking up from a bad dream he was happy to have this piece of light, he would watch around and see his stuff scattered on the floor, his books on his desk and he'd know that his eyes are open ending the images and sounds.

 What time is it? Oh yeah, 3 in the morning… Well he was off school so no big deal, but soon last high school year it is! Graduation and all… Rude too sleep particularly if you are as conscientious as Connor. And this heat! He was burning inside, though the weather was kindda cold outside. You know that was that kind of moment when everything seems weird and outta place. The all week had been like that for Connor but it felt too weird to wonder if that had a real reason. He was wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt; he put a jacket on and went out his room. He crossed the corridor, the stairs to the first floor right into the kitchen. He took a glass of icy water, but still he was hot. And there was this silence… That was booming into his brain. Everything was immobile and soundless like if the death was passing around. Just this resonance, the house was alive and had swallowed everything and everybody who was in it. Connor couldn't stand this dead ambiance; he looked outside, the lights of the streets, a couple of cars to time to time. The street was empty but yet it felt like there was so much more animation than in the house. He went to the door and got out.

            He walked in the heart of the city, little alleys and crowded streets during the day here were empty. Except some people, homeless or reveller. He stopped a minute, realizing that he was alone in a little alley, which was not really safe. But he couldn't leave yet…

 Looking into darkness like something was hiding in it, but there, was nothing, was it? Suddenly he went out of his reverie at the sound of water, dripping of a trash can to the floor. Connor looked at the sky but shuddered, he looked at the dripping water again, and during 1 second he was sure that the water was blood red. The trash can was half open, this weird smell that came off of it, and it suddenly was overwhelming him. He took off the alley and went on the more animated street.

Why everything seemed so… bloody and sad.

It was like everything during the day was hiding something and suddenly the darkness was making light on it. He was walking, hands in pockets, head looking the ground when he heard people talking on the other side of the road. Homeless people arguing about something. He watched sadly when a little girl, 6 or 7 years old appeared behind those two guys. She looked poor, with her dirty clothes and messy hair. But it was like the two guys weren't with her, or maybe they just didn't care coz they didn't seem to notice her. She was fixing Connor with her big blue eyes and her long curled blond hair. She had a little doll in her arms; her clothes were weird, like from another time. She really looked poor and really was fixing Connor who just turned his eyes front of him embarrassed.

 He kept walking, and threw a look behind his shoulder to see if the little girl was still looking at him, but she wasn't there anymore. He shrugged and looked the other side of the road attracted by the sound of a car passing. And here, here he saw her.

            She was at the same level of the road but still on the other side. Was she following him? She was pale; she turned, facing him as Connor stopped. She suddenly pointed her finger at Connor and keeping it at him she walked forward, crossing the road. Connor was panicking, usually he wouldn't but all that week, that night… it just seemed like it was a great time to panic! The little girl still was walking cross the road, slowly, her finger up. She was whispering things but not to be heard. Connor was out of breath and tried to attract the attention of the two guys but without results. One second, the time stopped when a big truck arrived on the road, full speed… just a second, not even enough to take that breathe to scream. Like a little piece of wood the little bones broke under the big wheels. The truck braked and ended up in a lamppost that exploded. The darkness took possession of the street as the conductor and people were fussing around the rest of the little human body. Despite the darkness Connor could still see the blood sticking to the ground like fluorescent spot marked in his mind.

Yet, all that seemed so unbelievable that he didn't arrive to share a tear or puke for that matter. He just waited there, thinking that yes or no all that was just a dream.  

(if faults then apologies)