I hung my head low as I walked, my footsteps keeping in time with the slow beat of the music humming In my ears. The crisp fall air was trying its best to blow my hood off, my only form of protection against the unforgiving night. The full moon was my only way of seeing the dark sidewalk in front of me, a dim streetlight sometimes illuminating my pathway to the unknown.
I did this a lot, wandering at night with no destination. My mother used to tell me that I would get stabbed, killed, or all of the torturous things you can think of. My logic is, I haven't gotten murdered by a crazy clown yet, so why stop now?
I jumped as a rogue screech overwhelmed my senses. The terrified screech of an animal echoed throughout the empty lot as, whatever was feeding on it, robbed it of its last breaths. I sighed, I felt nothing for the creature but something about how it was crying out in terror told me that I probably should feel something. Frightened? No, whatever was causing the animal distress is probably scared of me. Happy? No no, although its miserable existence was ending, I'm not that much of a crazy person. Sadness? yes.... sadness. That's how I should feel.
I stood there, in the dark, waiting to feel the sadness, but none came. I continued to feel nothing.
I turned slowly, still watching for any evidence of the crime that had just unraveled in front of me. there was nothing. So I kept walking.