Post by ®onnie ®ude on Apr 10, 2006 22:49:55 GMT -5
Chapter I
"On second thought...after all that shit...I guess I could take a quick hit."GmR reasoned for his wrongs as he waited for John to finish. "This still isn't going to change the fact that you know you were dead ass wrong for shooting at me." As he breathed in the shitty as fumes of marijuana he had ever tasted he began calm his nerves. He had to only limit himself to a bit of this or his father might find another thing to yell at him about. As he took one more puff of the roach he gave John a appreciative handshake and headed out the apartment. He found himself leading his way with his hands before he heard a loud beep and a Taxi driver as him if he needed a Taxi.He nodded thankfully hoping his dad wouldn't be pissed at the huge car fare.
'Home sounds real good right about now.' GmR thought to himself as the Taxi pulled away.
"What fucking night...so many died in that room and seemed like only I even cared."Miles mumbled and the cab driver overheard this.
His eyes flashed toward the young lad in question. If his eyes interrogated just why in the hell he was out this late at his age. Though his type were always out roaming the street. He could just hope that this could could cover the fee before he asked,"Just what was that you were saying just then."
At the sound of the cabby's voice Mile's head darted from its leaned position to look forward at the sound of the man's voice."A whole lot, of crap I'm better off not talking about...how much for the fare?" As he attempted to change the subject the cabby was persistent.
"C'mon you can get it off your chest..."
GmR nodded before asking the man,"Have you ever been shot, only to awake and feel as if you knew you were dead but, felt no pain at all. No bullet holes or even the slightest sign that your death took place. Have you ever found yourself trapped in a room with several others and had no idea that majority of them were gonna die and you in no way could save them. I'm sorry man, but, I'm going to need some time to get this off my chest." As GmR finished his head began to throb and ring loudly as if it were going to explain if he said anymore.
The cabby listened closely before smiling and nodding him off as another juvenile probably on drugs."Yeahhh, that happens to me alot..."And turned his radio up more as he attempted to drown his snicker in the sound.
"Can you turn that shit down? I have a headache...I just want to take this sword and stab myself in the head it hurts so bad."
RING, RING, RING
'Ah, shit what the fuck is that noise?'
Just as he thought this the car screeched to a halt. He had been home and he quickly payed the cabby. Then with a sigh he trudged up the steps to his house and reached for the door knob.
However, the door was wide open and his eyes strained in frustration at not being able to see the environment around him...