[Loe POV....]
Ohh... Hi, I'm Leo, Leonardo Gable. And that's me, more or less. I live in New York City, and I'm an orphan, don't play the sympathy card with me, not yet... Where am I?... Oh, I'm an orphan, not only because I couldn't keep my parents with me but also couldn't make friends. I don't have a wonderful life in the orphanage to share, just the usual bullying, hungry nights and frustration, which is common, by the way!... Well, that's what my warden said to me when I complained. When I turned 18, I came out of that well and fell into hell. No job = no money = no food or shelter. So, I had to take odd jobs to provide for my stomach, and about the top, well, I have given a shabby room by the bar I was working in. You name it, and I've done that job, dishwasher, waiter, even professional beggar. I've done it. Though the room has no fan or air conditioner, is filled with goods needed in the bar, or has some rat roommates who are quite naughty, biting me at night, it's pretty good. I work in a department store during the day and in a gay bar at night.
NYC is the prettiest at night, with busy lanes with traffic, lovey-dovey couples with hands in hands in the markets, and aromatic junk food on the streets and in our bar, well we have kids who are high with drugs, boys with skin-tight body suits waiting for their chance to show their talents, and boys with dollars enjoying their luxury with drinks, boys, narcotics and hitting on every living creature they find attractive to warm their bed.
People say I have great humour and good social skills, but that doesn't tally with zero liable friend list of mine. My so-called friends are just seeking money and connections. Connections, I understand the cause of my working place but money? I have no money, even if they suck me dry. Yet they come to me on my salary day sharp to show their acting and story-writing skills, and I must say they are freaking talented.
I don't say I'm handsome. I'm not skinny or boney. I have mass and a little muscle that I acquire through complex labour jobs. Did I say I used to work as a construction worker for the same building I'm currently working? And I have a tan brown body due to working under the sun. I have amber eyes and long legs, and I length over 181 cm, so not that short. In my opinion, I'm an okay-looking guy, but if we compare the porcelain white fragile-looking kids with plum lips and hips, then I'm no match. They are beautiful.
But the people around me compliment my beauty in this bar, saying, 'I'm hot' or 'I'm sexy'... I take them as a compliment, or else I couldn't afford food. On one similar jam-packed night, I became so gorgeous that even a few, seven exactly VVIP customers tried to get their way with me. Snaking their rich hands all over me, none helped me out, bartenders, fellow waiters, boss none! I said NO! STOP, but they didn't listen... So I gave a kiss with a century-old wine bottle on the head of one, to which they returned the favour with one each, and I couldn't handle it, but to save myself, I had to run, I ran, but due to less friction brand new marble tiles, I slipped and fell out of the window flying. Did I mention that our bar is located on the 21st floor of the most famous building?
In that few seconds of my flight, there was nothing to look back at happily, none to think they might be sad due to my death, none I wanted to meet one last time, no happy memory of a hearty smile or peaceful sleep. All I could remember were painful nights with my body full of bruises, my heart full of sorrow, and my brain full of frustration. The words which didn't come out of my mouth when I was angry or sad, or sobs that didn't reach anyone. I regret not living life on my own or with freedom. I could have chosen a different way or not be a coward. God, would I be happy if I was braver and took life a little easier?
I don't understand why my tears won't come out. Is it because it is empty due to excessive usage in childhood or stopped producing because it has no value? Till then, I thought my life was the only then that was dark, but with a thud, my world became dark too... I felt my skull cracking and my bones breaking, but only for a few milliseconds though the pain was horrible. And blank and dark.
In that unending darkness, I saw the crystal green eyes that were shining my way. I voiced out to call, but that didn't come out. I tried to move that way, but my limbs couldn't inch. God knows how much time has passed. I stayed there unmoved but could feel the intense glare on me... Am I dead? Of course, I am; none can survive that nasty fall. Is this hell?... not sure. Is this heaven?... Naahh!.. Then what is this?... It's nothing, just nothingness... That's all. And that's the last thing I could remember.