My life always seems boring to me. Everyday was the same routine.
wake up
get ready
go to work
go to bed.
I had friends sure, but only from my school; Tetar High. Which was probably the most boring school in all of Arizona.
No drugs, alcohol, party's, and a whole lot of white people.
I was at work, Walmart today, restocking shelve with anything you could need. Just yesterday I had been nominated as the Jr. employee of the month. technically I want suppose to work as much as I did since I'm only 16, that's why I didn't win the Employee of the month. That one was legitamit.
I and gone home that night to tell them, but, as I suspected, they didn't care.
My foster parents were good people, just boring and square.
ai asked my mom one day if she loved me, worried about the answer, she looked at me and said yes plainly and continued planting her petunias.
She was a gardener and worked at a plant shop on main, while my father worked as an accountant on the same street.
One day f the most of interesting stories that try told me, which were few, was about how they met.
I stocked more toilet paper and baby wipes, while still wondering about what other exciting things my parents had done.
My mind there had gotten me from an orphanage in South Africa when she was a missionary there. I don't remember this because I was just a baby, but I still loved hearing about it.
"Hey Mason," I hear the high voice of my boss call to me.
"Yes sir," I ask and turn to face him.
"How about you take a break, you've been working all day," he said, a kind smile is on his face.
Mr. Johnson was a nice man, he was the one who gave me the job and taught me when I was only 15, to young to work at Walmart.
I sometimes thought of him as my real dad, bit just because he was from Africa like me, Rather I just thought it be nice o have a father who talked to you alot.
I know my dad's busy, but i always did but want to be a normal boy with him, play ball or whatever.
"Thanks sir," I say and smile.
I walk towards the back entrance , hoping that if I was fast I might be able to vape a bit.
It would of killed my parents to know that I Vaped, but I always hid if from them well.
I walked out the back door and sat on my usually curb, just off set of the back door, and pulled out my vape.
It was getting dark, darker than I had realized it was inside. The moon, dull because if the clouds covering it like a waited blanket, wasn't giving off enough light to really see anything.
I wasn't scared if the dark really, had never a reason to be. Rather, I liked the dark, it was comforting somehow. I felt like my body was sorounded by a warm blanket made of black fir.
I was going to head inside just then when I heard footsteps.
They sounded light, like the person wasn't all that heavy, and you could hear breaking, like Jones crunching together.
It was not a pleasent sound, but I was intrigued.
It was probably just a stray cat or dog, a frequent thing around these parts.
I heard the direction it was coming from now, left, and I thought right towards me.
"Who's there," I called out quietly, making sure my body was ready to jump back inside.
Then, dim as the light was, I saw the figure of a man. But, he was very thin and seemed to have long hair.
I didn't know if he had bad intentions, but I wasn't about to hang around and see.
I grabbed the door handle, but when I did it felt hot, like a heated burner. I let go real fast and tried to run to the front of the store, but then I felt a hand grab my wrist.
It was thin and boney, not at all like anyone hand should be.
"Uh uh uh," he scolded soflty, "that's. it anyway to treat someone is it.
We were nearly face to face and I could see his eyes now.
Black, almost bottomless. They were the shame shad, or maybe darker, than his hair.
"Let go," I said while trying to resist his grasp.
"But you haven't heard my offer yet," he said and pushed me against the wall.
He pinned me down and he was so close I could smell him.
Cold and lost, like a forest, deep and dark.
I had only been camping once but I remember that smell well.
"what do you want form me," I said loudly so that hopefully my boss would hear me.
He chuckled coldly
"I want to help you," he said,, but in a way that I wasn't sure he did for the right reasons.
"Look I don't need a sugar daddy, or whatever you are, so please back off."
I tried to say it confidently , but I could still here my voice shake.
"you got me all wrong," he said and lightend his grip on my arm.
I took this opportunity and started to twist free, only to be caught again.
"Stop struggling and this wouldn't be so hard," he said and tightened his grip, "now just listen to me!"
I gathered saliva in my mouth and sat in his face, this making his grip again loosen.
"ugh," he muttered and wiped his face.
I was a step away from him, starting to run like my life depended on it, and, truthfully, it did.
But, before I knew it, I was on the ground; pinned down by this beast.
"Ya know kid," he said to me, his eyes starting to glow red, "I don't think your worth even making a deal with now"
I was going to yell out again but then I felt a sharp objects slid across my throat.
It felt like someone has brought a piping hot dagger across my throat.
I felt liquid run down my neck and I panicked cause I couldn't breath or talk.
Then The light started to fade, and that bastards grinning face was he last thing I saw.