Eight - Theo

Eight - Theo

A Chapter by Cassidy Mask

I looked at the street names on the sign, hand held up to shield my eyes from the pouring rain; I didn’t recognise any of them. Life with my parents had meant living in the tight, enclosed little bubble controlled by them and their infinite wealth, and now I was paying for it. I was lost.

My little adventure, into a different part of the city from what I was used to, had taken me to a place far beyond anywhere I knew, and now I stood at a busy junction in the rain, trying to work out in which way I needed to go, to get in the right direction for making my way home.

I could have phoned my parents of course, to ask them to pick me up, but the thought of the half mocking, half condescending expressions that would be plastered across both their smug faces was enough to make me sick. And so, pulling the collar of my black, double button, overcoat up around my chin, and shoving my hands deeper into the warmth of my pockets, I chose a street that looked likely to take me toward town and headed in the direction of clear sky, which still hung over some distant parts of the city.

As I walked my head was still filled with the dreadlocks girl, and I felt myself beginning to drown in regret. I was regretting letting her walk away, I wanted so much to talk to her, and see that smile. But what could I have done? I didn’t know one thing about her, she would have thought me crazy if I’d said I wanted to get to know her, if I’d said I wanted to walk with her under the black clouds and watch her smile. But that was what I wanted.

I shook my head, trying to rid my mind of its sudden obsession. She was just a random girl I had passed in the street; I couldn’t let her affect me in such a way.

I walked on. The rain, rained on. And above me lightning crackled, its spiked fingers clawing the black sky.

The sky was black. As were my shoes. And the cracks in the road.

And my heart, long stopped beating, sitting still and dead in my chest, that was black too.

I walked on.

 



© 2010 Cassidy Mask


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love this chap again...i think edward might be my favourite.....not sure....

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