He may think every thing's alright. But he has no idea.
I went up to this house. This is such a big mistake, but I needed help. After I got away from that, Angel of Death, I got attacked by a gang, with dogs. They thought that since I was a freak, no one would miss me. They were right, but I came out on top. They won't be bothering anyone anymore.
Anyway I went up to the house and rang the doorbell. I hope it's some dotty old lady who doesn't remember to watch the news. The door opened, and we both almost jumped out of our skins. It was the girl that was with Gabe in the first place! Great. We both say at the same time, "Its you!" We pause. "What are you doing here? You first!" We continued.
I sighed. "Ugh. I need help. Do you have any medicines or whatever?" She looked behind her. There was another girl there. She motioned her to move and she did. The brown haired girl dragged me inside and shut the door. "Ow. Ow! Do you not see the cuts on my arm?" I say as she did this. She rolled her eyes and called up the stairs. "Rachael! Get the first aid kit!" She 'OK'ed from upstairs and the brown haired girl dragged me to the dining room table. I was a little nervous that we were sitting next to the window, with the curtains open. She sat me down and went to a cabinet. She opened it and said, "Does it hurt a lot?" Without thinking about it I said, "Yes." That made you look pathetic! How are you supposed to defeat your enemies if you look like a wounded jackal? Pull yourself together!
She tossed me a bottle. "Pop two of those." I opened the bottle of pills and I pop two in my mouth. I almost spit them back out when they hit my mouth. That was disgusting. Her friend came back down with the kit. She was trembling. "Would you, um, like anything to, uh, drink?" I said my answer very calmly to show that I wasn't going to do anything. I'm not the bad guy here. "Just some water would be nice." She nodded and got a glass of water. The blue eyed, brown haired girl continued to wrap the few cuts on my arm. She talked while she worked, "What's your name and what happened to you?"
I paused, but then I answered. "Pierce. I got jumped. Just some gang." She didn't respond to the answer. Rachael came up and whispered something in her ear. She then ran into what I suppose is her room. We were silent for a minute. "So, what's your name?" I asked, just to fill the silence. She was trying really hard to not look at me. She answered quickly, "Nicole." We sat there for a few minites more. She was just finishing up when she asked, "So. Why were you trying to kill Gabriel?" I hesitated, but I told her why. I told her about my mother, how I saw my father die, just everything. I don't know why, but those eyes, they just get in your head. These were eyes that no matter what mood they were in, they said you could trust them. I don't know why that punk would choose that Jean Parker over this. His lost.
"What's your mother's name?" She asked with a little more kindness in her voice. "Maria Valdez." "What a pretty name." She said. I nodded. I reached into my pocket and took out the only thing I had to remember her by. "Is that your mom?" She asked, pointing at the picture I took out. The picture was of her, holding me when I was first born. My powers didn't show up till I was twelve. She said one of her friends took the picture for her.
She saw my forehead and said, "Oh! I missed a cut here." She got the cloth next to her and dabbed it with an antibiotic of some sort. She continued to rub the wound on my forehead and, for the first time tonight, she looked at me in the eyes. I don't know what she sees in my bright green eyes, but I now I like those sky blue eyes of hers. We stared at each other's eyes for a few moments. I don't know what happened next, but we were suddenly kissing.
You know what? For the first time, in a long time, I felt happy.
Although, I should have known it was too good to last.
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