17. September 2011
Mexico is my new destination. I had to leave Spain again when I Saw myself being cornered by some Division people. It doesn't bother me though, Mexican, spicy food, latin music and the weather feels as hot as the Spanish summer did. It could be a lot worse, I decide with a shrug, besides this means I'll actually get to brush up some more on my Spanish.
I spend a few weeks moving up and down the country, money for me, is as easy to make as it is for some people to lose, and I enjoy it. I go out, dancing, drinking. I wake up a couple of times to some guy whose name I don't remember next to me. Sometimes, if they are nice, I let them stay for breakfast.
I get lots of hangovers too and I feel so sick once that I swear to myself I'll never drink so much again. I keep that promise too, getting tipsy and happy is fun, getting completely pissed and feeling like death the next day? Not so much. So I slow down a bit, just enough that my mood improves in the mornings when I find that the sunlight is not about to make my head explode with pain.
It's a lot like a never-ending vacation really and sometimes I feel bad, feeling like I'm cheating life by getting off having to go to school or work everyday, and dealing with homework and bills, but then I remember I'm a Watcher and that there is a lot of people out there after me and unsurprisingly I feel better. Normal people deal with their problems however they can, I deal with mine the only way I know of: by cheating.
It's the way of life.
18. October 2011
It's Halloween and my tights are back. Autumns in New York are pretty cold.
There are kids running around in costumes making me shake my head and snort at the same time. Honestly what kind of parents would let their kids go running around New York at night? It's like they are asking for something to happen.
When I feel hungry enough I find a Chinese restaurant to eat at. It kinda miss Chinese food. It makes me think of Nick.
I sigh, annoyed with myself. It seems no matter what I do, I can't stop thinking about him.
19. February 2011
I don't See them coming, but I sure as Hell hear them. I run, pushing people out of my way as I go, frantically trying to both See and see (which is a lot harder than it sounds).
I run through a shopping mall, which is thankfully filled to the brink with people (which is good). I spot one of the exit doors about thirty meters away from where I was, and I run, quicker than I ever have, the muscles in my legs burning, my lungs screaming for air.
I stop for a second when I reach the double doors, pleading mentally for this to be the right place. I look around nervously knowing I don't have much time. I spin around, once, twice. The sound of pursuit growing louder in my ears. I'm about to give up; something I never ever thought about before. Give up on him, on me, just really give up, and it is as if he senses it, because suddenly he is there, that head of blonde hair recognisable to me anywhere, and with my legs shaking from the relief I feel, it's almost like I can visualise it, us running - getting away, together. Safe.
I pull hard at his arm and he stumbles towards me, caught off guard by my grip on him.
"What-" but I'm already pulling him.
"Cassie?!" I distractedly think that it's time I get used to hearing him say my name in that startled, completely shocked tone.
"Come on!" I shout out, and he picks up his pace once he realises what I'm doing.
This was always the thing with Nick, he always trusted me to do what I told him to, no matter what. The realisation that this had not changed in the last four years even though we hadn't seen each other made me feel some kind of odd, mushy and unwelcome emotion, which I didn't have time for tight now, so I quickly pushed it away, and concentrated on getting us out of here.
We ran.