Angel sat alone in the corner of a near empty Diner. At the counter was a
man looking at a newspaper and drinking coffee. A few tables away from him
was a young couple holding hands as they sat together. Angel had a cup of
coffee in front of him untouched, he wasn't in the mood to eat or drink
anything that a human would, but it would look a little odd to sit there
and not have anything in front of him. True it probably wouldn't have given
any one more then a few moments thought but to him any thing that would
gain him the slightest form of attention wasn't a good thing. He had gotten
some new clothes; his hair was washed but could still use a cut. He sat
there and watched the unknowing people around him. Over the years he had
learned that you could tell a lot about people just by watching them. Not
there clothes but the actions, the small things that seemed insignificant.
The man at the counter was a business man, something do with the stock
market. The couple looked happy enough, expensive clothes, woman had
jewelry, they smiled and kissed each other but they were both cheating on
their spouses. That had REALLY started to annoy him in the past years. He
didn't have anyone, it would be impossible for him. But then there were
those around him who had people, family and friends, all around them, and
they would betray the one closest to them for fun without a second thought.
He turned his head away from the two of them to look out the window. When
was the last time he had a conversation with someone? His mind went back to
the other day to that girl, the slayer. Her large dark eyes. He felt sorry.
As a slayer she would die young, just as they all did sooner or later. He
was sorry that that beautiful young girl would have to die young. He'd stop
it if he could. He shook his head almost in wonder where those thoughts had
come from. True he had thought about her more then once but that wasn't
odd. It was the only thing that had happened to him in the past...week?
Month? Year? He didn't know. He went back to his musings trying to ignore
his previous thoughts. He didn't often like to think about his life now and
the way it was going.
Faith smiled as she looked around the party. It had been thrown by a guy who lived nearby. He always flirted with her when she passed him on the street. They talked from time to time. She knew a lot of these people from school before she dropped out, others she just hang out with, but about half of them she didn't recognize. There was beer on the table and smoke was everywhere. She listened to the music around her. She loved dancing. It had to be her favorite thing but even she got tired after a while. She walked over and picked up the drink she had left on a table. A few moments later things started to blur. She reached for the wall to lean against it but she could reach it. It was either to far away or to close. To close? Did that even make sense? She felt a someone lean up against her, a guy most likely. Nothing new. Take him or get rid of him. She would have said something or punched him or something but the room just kept getting more and more......off key? Did that make sense? She didn't even know. She started to laugh out loud at that? She stopped laughing suddenly. She looked around. No one had noticed her laughing at nothing. They were all dancing, drinking, laughing, arguing, fighting, and some were making out on the floor and against the walls, some a little more then that. She stumbled a little and ran into something. The door? The door! She moved her hand around trying to find the handle, she eventually found it and managed to open the door. She fell in to the hall way and landed on her knees. She crawled forwards to where she thought the stairs were. She grabbed on to the railing and pulled herself up. It took her ten times longer then it should have but she finally made it to the bottom. The front door was next to her, she moved toward it and stumbled out. She couldn't stop herself and she fell down the steps on to the cement sidewalk. She sat up and tried to get a hold of her surroundings. Things were getting worse. It was getting harder to focus. She had to get home. And then what? Your 'mommy' will take care of you? She laughed out loud again and more uncontrollable then before. She felt someone grab her shoulders and help her up.
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Faith smiled as she looked around the party. It had been thrown by a guy who lived nearby. He always flirted with her when she passed him on the street. They talked from time to time. She knew a lot of these people from school before she dropped out, others she just hang out with, but about half of them she didn't recognize. There was beer on the table and smoke was everywhere. She listened to the music around her. She loved dancing. It had to be her favorite thing but even she got tired after a while. She walked over and picked up the drink she had left on a table. A few moments later things started to blur. She reached for the wall to lean against it but she could reach it. It was either to far away or to close. To close? Did that even make sense? She felt a someone lean up against her, a guy most likely. Nothing new. Take him or get rid of him. She would have said something or punched him or something but the room just kept getting more and more......off key? Did that make sense? She didn't even know. She started to laugh out loud at that? She stopped laughing suddenly. She looked around. No one had noticed her laughing at nothing. They were all dancing, drinking, laughing, arguing, fighting, and some were making out on the floor and against the walls, some a little more then that. She stumbled a little and ran into something. The door? The door! She moved her hand around trying to find the handle, she eventually found it and managed to open the door. She fell in to the hall way and landed on her knees. She crawled forwards to where she thought the stairs were. She grabbed on to the railing and pulled herself up. It took her ten times longer then it should have but she finally made it to the bottom. The front door was next to her, she moved toward it and stumbled out. She couldn't stop herself and she fell down the steps on to the cement sidewalk. She sat up and tried to get a hold of her surroundings. Things were getting worse. It was getting harder to focus. She had to get home. And then what? Your 'mommy' will take care of you? She laughed out loud again and more uncontrollable then before. She felt someone grab her shoulders and help her up.
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