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Sapphire Ch 1 (Alex's Story)
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Topic Started: Nov 22 2009, 02:03 PM (193 Views)
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Aru
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Nov 22 2009, 02:03 PM
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Quite Simply Me
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There may be some areas I need to like... italicize, but I don't feel like going through and doing that :D
Chapter One The Suburbs
I walked around the dirty city sidewalks with my blonde hair a mangled mess and crystal blue eyes filled with confusion. My tiny, pudgy, little fingers reached out in front of me to find that the worthless wench had left me sleeping by that putrid, deep grey dumpster. It had smelled of rotten cheese and moldy crust, thanks to the Italian chef dumping his three day old leftovers right next to me. In fact, pieces of the leftovers, whatever it was, fell right on top of my yellow mop. It devastated me, but what really ticked me off was that the man did not even bother to apologize to me. “Another rat…” he had called me. What an evil, sinful man. He couldn’t even be kind to a child. My mother was nowhere to be found in the city. I had darted around in search of her for hours it seemed, and there was no sign of her. Nothing was left of her, unless you counted me. I was what she left for this pathetic city. Even with my fragile, naïve mind I knew better than to hope she would return. If I couldn’t find her in her usual places, which I thoroughly searched, then she was never going to show up. She was probably off sleeping with someone anyway, someone needed to be pleased. Maybe she was conceiving another child and dragging the poor thing into the world. Maybe there would be another Alex roaming around the city with golden locks and a face filled with a longing sorrow. Hopefully he wouldn’t end up the same as me. Maybe mother would love him, something she could never do for me. I gave up searching for the whore I had once called my mother, a title she never deserved. The sky was turning a dark shade of blue and called for me to return to my box mother had left me in, a safe haven that was more of a mental comfort than a physical one. A cramped cardboard box next to the busted dumpster that smelled like vomit and corpses. There was bread in the box, I will give her that. She left me food that would last me two days, or less, but I didn’t want to only live for two measly days. I wanted to live forever! Not just two more days. I didn’t want to die in a suburban Hell! I needed to survive… but how? That was when it hit me; it should have hit me earlier. The women around here thought I was adorable, to die for. They would surely have food and be willing to take care of me in some way, unlike my mother. Maybe they would even clean off the leftover gunk caked to my head. I could hope, at least. That was all I had left, hope. I ran towards the old Italian restaurant where my box was. My hand went into the box to grab the bread, that I hadn't yet realized was gone, only to see in the corner of my eye that Italian man coming back out to the dumpster to drop more leftovers inside the can. I remembered clearly that he was the same man who had, without a care, dropped parts of his trash on my head. He didn’t care about anyone without money, and that was what I didn’t have, money; those stupid pieces of green paper that adults loved so much. I grew enraged, blood-thirsty. These new feelings I didn’t comprehend but my mind knew what I wanted. A smirk crossed over my chubby cheeks, that still had their baby fat. My tiny legs walked over to the man with a big smile. “Hey, mister. Ya got spare food? I real hungry…” my voice was still that of a child though my mind was more developed. “Spare food?” he laughed at me. He laughed for hours at me. Slapping his leg, bending down to my height. He laughed in my face with spittle hitting my nose. His fat behind was wiggling around in the air as he just laughed at how pathetic I was. “I sure your gut gots some,” the smirk returned to my face. That bloodlust rushed through me as I swiftly grabbed for the giant knife in his pocket. “I bet its gots lots…” “What are you ta-? Hey! Kid, don’t play around with that!” he tried to get it back from me, but I was too fast for him. The out of shape man chased me around only to trip on his own garbage bag. “I don’ play…” I giggled then jumped on his back, lodging the knife right through his skin. I was originally planning to go through his spinal cord, but I didn’t have enough strength at the time to be able to handle such a blow. It would have barely touched the bone. So I decided to stab an area without too much bone which was his side where the rib cage was not located. That beautiful, crimson liquid seeped out onto the ground as he gasped for air. I suppose I hit a lung, I’m not quite sure. But he did gasp for air, I’m sure of that. I continued to stab him carelessly so long as it didn’t hit a bone. This was my revenge. For all the times he dumped food on my head, all the times he drove mother away, and all the times he watched as I starved. This was it, my vengeance. My rage was put into a sufficient kill, brought on be sheer luck. Logically, I should have died that day. Once he stopped flailing around I jumped off his back and looked at him. I didn’t check for a heart beat, I didn’t know what a heart beat was then. The only time I ever heard one was when my head was in mother’s bosom and I thought those were just soft, soothing drums. They were in a sense. There was a puddle of blood under the man and I dropped the knife next to him and began to cry. I knew crying would attract the women still roaming around the streets. Whether they were grocery shopping, taking a stroll, or returning home from work, there would be women on the streets. I could only hope that I would attract a caring one rather than one who would roll her eyes and continue on with her day. One in particular heard me. Nancy Pullman. She was a beautiful, young mother of four. I had seen her around in the park when mother dragged me over there. She was a really nice lady, but mother rarely ever let me near her because she didn’t want her pity. Nancy was high class and my mother was dirt. She came running over to me, calling out my name. I had introduced myself to her when I first met her in the park, and she’s remembered me since. She had a good memory, that Nancy. “Alex! What is this? What have you done? Why are you crying? What happened?” She always asked a mouthful of questions if she was flustered, and a dead man was definitely something to be flustered about. “He… and I… so… I… I…” I stuttered, whimpering and crying. I couldn’t help it. Five year-olds always cry when they think they are going to get in trouble. “He… came… and…” “Did he attack you Alex? Are you okay?” she knelt next to me, looking into my eyes with her deep green ones. Attack me, what a perfect idea. “Y-yeah… I... I… ask fer food… I hungry, I ask. He got real mad, Nancy... Real mad…” It was the best lie I ever told. Who wouldn’t want to believe me? I was a young boy standing beside a dead man who always threatened people to get off his property. Everyone knew that my mother and I lived by his dumpster. What reason wouldn’t he have to attack us? “Where’s your mother, Alex?” She pulled me close to her and rubbed my back. Slowly she picked me up into her arms, cradling me like my mother used to when she loved me in some sense. “I... unno… I woked up and she not there… I look all over and she nowhere. You see mommy, Nancy? I no see her no mores.” I laid my head on her bosom, listening to her heartbeat intently. It was the same comforting drum sound my mother’s made. “She left you? Oh, dear…” she sighed, pressing me against here. “Oh, dear... Oh, dear…” Nancy said “Oh, dear” frequently when she knew something was wrong. “I real hungry… Big mouse eated my bread… Dere no more…” it was true. When I had left my box unprotected to search for that wench rats had ate all of my bread. I didn't blame them though, I probably would have too if I was a rat. Stale bread would be better than any leftovers in that dumpster. “It will be all right, Alex… Nancy has food for you at her house, okay?” She smiled sweetly. “Just... let me report this to the police… so the body can get cleaned up. It will be fine...” she smiled again to reassure me. Not that she needed to, I believed Nancy could do anything. I nodded and closed my eyes. “I sorry…” “For what, sweetie?” she pushed my hair out of my eyes. “Gettin’ dat icky gunk on you…” I was referring to the leftovers that were still caked on my head; some of it had gotten on her beautiful blue dress. I didn't regret laying my head on her, it was comforting, but I didn't realize that I was messing up her outfit in the process. For someone like Nancy it was bound to be a big deal. For someone like me, however, it was an usual occurrence. “It’s all right… I’ll get it cleaned.” Cleaned? That was something I didn’t understand then. My clothes were always dirty and my hair was a greasy mess no matter where I went. That was the life of a street orphan. The only "clean" I ever had was when my mother would put used clothes on me she would steal from charity stores but it would become a mess within weeks. “And you can have a nice, warm bath… then it won’t be in your hair anymore.” “Bath…? What dat?” I sat up in her arms, staring at her with a baffled expression. I never heard of that before. My body had grown used to the disgusting layers of dirt that was on it; I didn't realize you could get rid of it. “You’ve never had a bath?” she chuckled and smiled. “Well, you’ll love it. Just... let me call Victor so he can report this and then I’ll take you right to my house and get you cleaned up!” Victor was her husband, someone I didn't care for. Nancy took out her cell phone, pressed a few buttons then pressed it against her ear. She bounced up and down slightly. I wasn’t sure if it was a nervous habit or to comfort me. It did comfort me though. I laid my head back on her bosom and closed my eyes. My plan had worked successfully. I got revenge on the man who I believed drove mother away.
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