Fears [Harper] (Zoey))
Apr 15, 2012 23:28:57 GMT -5
Post by clairebear on Apr 15, 2012 23:28:57 GMT -5
I step into the alley way, knowing he'll be waiting for me. I'm late and no doubt he'll be angry. The wind whistles sending the stray cans rolling across the dirt in front of my feet and dropping an eery mood over everything. I imagine the color gray covers me, swallowing me whole and I don't like it, but I need the food.
There in the shadows he stands, watching me carefully with the light of the moon glinting off his knife. I swallow and walk closer being careful to keep my distance from his looming figure. He smirks sensing my fear and I automatically straighten up. He can't know how I'm feeling, he can't know I'm afraid. No one can.
I walk over to him with my eyes blank of any emotion and hold out my hand. I want the money first; I always get the money first. He wouldn't have it.
"I don't trust you." He states pushing the bills back into his pocket.
He shouldn't trust me, but I can't let him know that. I need that money, and he will give it to me. I widen my eyes, innocence shinning through and bite my lip.
"Why not?" I ask simply seeming dim; which I am anything but.
He narrows his eyes at me not falling for my act. This has never happened before and I don't know what to do. His hands reach for me and I back away into the other side of the alley, hitting the wall. My breathing picks up as he runs at me, his face contorted in anger. One smell stands out against all the others; alcohol.
I don't what to do and I know I won't be able to get out of this on my own so I do the one thing I can. I scream.
There in the shadows he stands, watching me carefully with the light of the moon glinting off his knife. I swallow and walk closer being careful to keep my distance from his looming figure. He smirks sensing my fear and I automatically straighten up. He can't know how I'm feeling, he can't know I'm afraid. No one can.
I walk over to him with my eyes blank of any emotion and hold out my hand. I want the money first; I always get the money first. He wouldn't have it.
"I don't trust you." He states pushing the bills back into his pocket.
He shouldn't trust me, but I can't let him know that. I need that money, and he will give it to me. I widen my eyes, innocence shinning through and bite my lip.
"Why not?" I ask simply seeming dim; which I am anything but.
He narrows his eyes at me not falling for my act. This has never happened before and I don't know what to do. His hands reach for me and I back away into the other side of the alley, hitting the wall. My breathing picks up as he runs at me, his face contorted in anger. One smell stands out against all the others; alcohol.
I don't what to do and I know I won't be able to get out of this on my own so I do the one thing I can. I scream.
