The Dying Sun [NOVEL] Chapter 1

                                            Chapter 1

                                               In and out of foster homes, what do you think that does to a man? a boy? It takes away love, kindness,every single feeling a normal human being is supposed to feel. Dropping out of college was not hard. What was hard was what happened when I was in high school, something I want to forget but can't, something that follows me around like a shadow, something that gave a start to all those darkness in me.

                            Having many girlfriends doesn't qualify a person to feel love. Never have I ever felt love more over true love. I don't really expect a girl to fall in love with a guy who flips burgers either.

                            I remember waiting in the front porch of every single foster house I've ever been to, waiting for them to come for me and take me with them only on a single word of my father. 'me thume kabhi nahi chodunga.'[I'll never let you go.] . From five years on wards, for the next ten years I did it. One day it all stopped, that one day I wan to forget. My memories of them are faded, it's been nineteen years.

                           After I left college, i found myself on the streets, wandering here and there, looking for a job. If it wasn't for Lockwood I would have died starving, part of me would have liked it that way.He offered me a job at his Burger shop and gave me one of his apartments at one of his apartment buildings but I do have to pay rent.

                     "Look kid I don't want to hear one more.." He paused to sign. " One more complaint about you getting drunk and making a racket here, you get me? Look at me!" Lockwood was a good and young looking man for his age. He never tells anyone his first name.I never bothered to ask either. I stood there without speaking another word. He's a man I respect and I respect him for giving me an apartment for low rent and also for helping me.

                    "I know, This won't happen again." I said with my head low.

"It better not, cause' a new neighbour is coming and she's my friend's daughter, from India. Please David, show some respect." He finished.

                           I nodded and walked into my apartment. I sat on a chair and stared at the blue ceiling. Sitting there I felt irritated so I got up and walked into the bathroom. I splashed water on my face and stared into the mirror.I saw a twenty four year old Indian boy who had the slightest touches of Latin american in him. He had dark black hair which was messy, dark brown iris, sun tanned lite brown skin, tattoos on his neck and his shoulder which trace around to his left arm and his back. I was the same or was I? The boy in the reflection was confused, was I? He was angry, was I?He was broken, was I?

                    I've always hated changes in my life. This one change that had happened, I didn't hate it but I hated myself for letting it happen. It was the most beautiful and the most painful change in my life.It turned my life upside down but I don't regret any of it.

                      Drunk as usual I fought my way to the elevator. I pressed the button.

                                       "Great" I said the elevator was not working."I guess it's the stairs then" Th stairs seemed to swirl around in circles, I had to put up a good fight to climb up. As I walked through the hallway to my apartment I saw two blurry figures having a conversation in front of my apartment.One was a girl and the other was Lockwood. The girl had an Indian accent to her voice.As I got closer I figured she was beautiful, something clicked in me and I was suddenly fully conscious.Her long wavy hair reached up to her waist, Her skin was almost gold like in a very beautiful way.She wore a nose ring which no one would notice from a distance. When I neared she turned toward me. Lockwood said something to her which I did probably hear. I was staring at the most beautiful girl in the world with lite brown golden eyes and a wonderful smile. She held her hand out to me.

                "Hi, I'm Samiya Khanna, Are you an Indian too?" Her voice was sweet,bold and exciting.

 I stood there paralysed, not knowing how to respond. If I opened my mouth she might guess I'm drunk and I wanted to give a good first impression. I stood there shocked for a moment and then I walked to my door, opened it and closed it behind me.I stood there without even turning the light on for a moment.

              "He doesn't talk much" I heard Lockwood say to her outside the door. 'What a first impression' I thought. As I walked into the bedroom I could no more hear them talking behind me. I crashed on my bed and closed my eyes. I felt the tiredness taking over me.