My last journal entry, Sigh, my life is so boring! Why was i even put on this Earth? If i have a destiny, i wan't to know what it is, and soon! That's all that was written when my attention was brought towards my big window, near the side of my bed. I crawled out of bed and looked out of the glass.There was a group of dark figures, and one of them was pointing something at me! I quickly dropped to the floor by instinct, as i heard a loud bang. As I heard the glass brake, I felt a sting, and the warm flow of blood from my arm. I was home alone, so i had no worry of my parents being shot. I opened the emergency exit over my bed, escaping to the roof top, thanking my parents for being so protective of me.
I stayed on the roof for an hour, and I was still not willing to go back inside. Something wasn't right. I continued to run from the house until I reached the end of the building, and a woman, she didn't look a day over twenty-five, but somehow I knew she was older. Realizing that i had stopped, I quickly climbed down the side of the building,and turned to see the group and the woman chasing me. I ended up in an alley. My heart was racing, and i was breathing hard, but i couldn't let the fear overwhelm me.
As i turned a corner, I noticed a small path that led off into a smaller town. I raced down it, Glancing back every ten seconds to see the people, slowly getting farther away. Soon, they were out of sight, but i was deep into a town, with no clue what to do. Only one house in the neighborhood i happened to be running through, had lights on, so I knocked on the wooden door. Through the loud sound of my heart beat, I heard footsteps. Maybe this isn't such a good idea. i thought,
I slowly let my mind wander, riding the bike was secondary and was as natural as breathing. The night was cold and my attire wasn’t suited to it but I wasn’t cold; I never got cold. I was wearing a pair of blue genes, a plane black top and a black jacket that fluttered as I sped along.
The others were going to do a something at where? Ahh I cant remember what or where…ahh well at least I got my stuff.
I mentally smiled when I thought about my stuff, I was happy enough with that. I rounded the corner onto my dimly lit street and headed for the light of the kitchen.
Huh!? I thought, snapping me back to reality when I saw the young girl hammering on the door.
She turned around when I got a little closer; the sound of the motorbike catching her attention.
“Please help me!” She shouted running at me, coming to a stop right next to the bike. I quickly dismounted, wheeled the bike round the side of the house and chained it up.
“Who are you?” I asked her.
“My name is Kareyna,” She said “Some people they…help me please,” She said, tearing up slightly. I unlocked the door and walked in with her.
She wasn’t looking when I took a small parcel, wrapped in brown paper and string, from my jacket pocket and put it down on a small table next to the door.
Cheat your landlord if you can and must, but do not try to shortchange the Muse. It cannot be done. You can’t fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal. — William S. Burroughs
