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Chapter 3
A few days ago
The morning light shined through the dark alley-way, lightening it up and waking me up from my sleep. I rubbed my eyes with the palm of my hands and sat up, letting a yawn escape my lips but then a soft thud sound came from between my legs and I looked down to see the pendant laying on the pavement, glittering against the sunlight.
I yawned again and reached down and grab the pendant looking it over once more to see if there is a name or anything. After finding nothing, I stood up, stretching my arms above my head, my white hair was in a big tangle mess but I didn't care.
I looked around the alley, making sure I was alone and then reached down and pulled up my leg of my pants, checking that it's still there. The only thing I had left of a reminder of my family. It was a silver knife that had a weird symbol on the handle; I ran my thumb over it and sighed.
(How did I get here? Why didn't they prepare for something like that to happen? Did they really think Rose would have been a good guardian, if so, why didn't they every let me meet her, or even speak about her?)
It wasn't until that day, that day that stole everything from me and I ended up with her as she was the only close blood relative left, did I meet her. That crazy lady that spent every waking second that made my life a living hell, filled with paranoid thoughts and abuse.
It took me three years on the streets before I could slowly get her thought process out of my head, although there were moments that I would lose control of myself and fall back into paranoid hell, but I gained better hold on that side of me and now had it locked away, but I sometimes worried the chains that locked it wasn't strong enough.
It was exhausting to live like that, believing everything and everyone would hurt me, especially things that didn't even exist. She believed in some crazy stuff and stuff that I would believe since I was so young at the time.
I got carried away be her thoughts and actions and thought there was justification behind them, but thankfully I was able to learn that she was wrong and ran away before she could change my mind.
I would only return when I was old enough to gain control over my inheritance, until then, I was hiding, hiding from her.
The real challenge though was to survive on the streets without being thought as runaway or a prostitute. I could handle being thought as a runaway – since that is what I am – although people would want to send me to the police or to an orphanage but being thought as a prostitute was a whole other story. There were so many times I had to kick some man between the legs and run for my life, if that didn't work then there was always my trusty knife, but I haven't actually used it.
I had gotten use to this lifestyle, just like how I got to the abuse, and that scared me. If you weren't scared of death then did that even mean you were alive? Doesn't being scared of death mean you are alive or had some kind of purpose? If you didn't have any fears or desires then what did that mean, were you even alive, more like the walking dead in my opinion.
I sighed and jabbed the end of the knife into the tip of my thumb, watching as some blood dripped down. Pain...pain...I didn't feel any...just numb, like always. I wonder if I ever felt any at the beginning or was it like this from the start.
I shook my head from my thoughts, the feeling of darkness that was slowly trying to suffocate me but managed to take in a breath of dirty, stinky air and looked up to the sky.
My stomach grumbled loudly and I was reminded my mission at hand. Sell the pendant and buy some food. (I wondered what I should get, maybe a hotdog or a burger, or maybe if I was lucky I could get a large pizza and some sweets.) Oh...how I missed Italian foods and sweets. I slipped the pendant around my neck and tucked it under my old dark blue long sleeved t-shirt and slipped on my jacket, then placed the knife back.
I headed down the alley, and saw the world ahead of me.
People busy walking, all off in their own worlds. I stared at a woman that had a child clinging onto her hand as she dragged the boy. The woman snapped something at the boy and the boy started crying, the woman huffed, bent down and consoled him. The boy stopped crying and smiled, nodding his head.
I smiled and carried on walking. I kept close to the shadows, hoping not to draw any attention to me. I reached a intersection. Many people stood waiting for their turn as the cars drove past. My fingers found the pendant, and I gripped it through my t-shirt.
(Was it real? Was it expensive? Would that old geezer tell me the real price of it? Or will he lie and tell me it's worth so much and then sell it for ten times more then he gave me?) I know he did that with many things I brought to him, he would give me so much and then when I walk by the shop the next day or so later and see it, it would be very expensive and yet he would have given me a few coins for it.
"Watch out!" I heard a man yelled and looked up to see people were already crossing the intersection but a car came out of nowhere and suddenly there was body flying through the air only to hit the ground. The car drove into the person and sped off.
I stood frozen to the ground, my eyes not believing the sight before me. A body was broken and bleeding badly, it looked like a lady with long white hair but I couldn't see her face as her hair hung forward. "Call for the ambulance!" Someone shouted. A bunch of people stood around her body, just staring at it; well other people took out their phones. Some started taking photos well others I presume were calling for an ambulance.
Blood...blood... I felt I was being choked by an invisible force. (No...what is this?) I felt like I had seen a sight similar to this. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to stop the images from coming forth.
(No. NO!)
My eyes popped open and suddenly I was staring at people that were waiting for the light.
(Wha-What happened to the body?)
My eyes quickly darted through the crowd of people, only to fix on the back of the lady who I was sure had just gotten hit by a car. (What the...?) Before I could piece the pieces together the lights changed and people started to cross. (No! That lady will get hit!)
I hurriedly pushed myself through the crowd trying to reach the person. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the car approaching, it wasn't slowing down; it was going to drive into that lady again!
I pushed a person hard out of my way and reached out my hand, reaching for the lady. (No...I'm going to be too late!) I put energy into my legs and jumped forward. My hand gripped the back of the lady's collar of her shirt and pulled her towards me. We fell backwards as the car pasted, almost grazing us.
Time slowed down as I looked into the car but couldn't see anything since the windows were tinted black. The person was really planned for this, but not for me.
Time speeded up and suddenly I hit the ground hard, my eyes closed tightly for the impact. I breathed a sigh of relief that the lady was okay and opened my eyes to look into gold ones.
The person that was on top of me wasn't a woman but a man, a very handsome man. I froze. (Huh? A man?)
The man lips moved. "Are you alright Miss?" He asked getting off of me and held out a hand. I stared at him and slowly placed my hand in his. He pulled me up, my eyes still glued to his. (He's a he? With gold eyes! And I thought my silver eyes were strange.)
"Miss?" He asked, a worried look appearing on his face.
I snapped back to reality but all that came out was a loud grumble from my stomach. My face started feeling warm and I knew I was blushing.
The man smiled. "You saved my life, how should I repay you?"
My finger went to the pendant and found it no longer hidden away. I gripped it tightly. (Should I ask him for money? Money would be very nice.) I looked up at him but found him staring oddly at my pendant.
As if sensing that I was looking at him, he looked up at me and a soft smile appeared again. (Strange...)
(This man is bad news; you should just walk off and not turn back.) A voice said in my head and I thought I was going back to being paranoid.
"What is your name?" The man asked.
(Don't! Don't tell him your name!) "Midori, Midori Green." I muttered. I wasn't going to be control by my paranoia. I can do what I want.
The man smiled again and for some odd reason a shiver ran up my spin. "Midori Green. I'm Karlheinz Sakamaki. It's a real pleaser to meet you."
"No, no, I'm really nothing to-"
"You have no idea how glad I met you." He cut in. He looked down at the pendant. "You have a really beautiful pendant." He was about to touch it when something that looked like electricity shocked him and he pulled back with a painful look on his face.
I flinched in surprise. "Are you okay?" I asked worried.
He looked up at me and laughed. "You never said how I can repay you."
At that moment my stomach grumbled again, almost like it was answering the question for me.
"How about we get something to eat and then we can discuss it."
