"Just how dark is the truth?",
There wasn't any answer to it, since it is rhetorical in some sense. Within some few minutes we found a three storey building with six small apartments that he deemed perfect to lodge for the night. Two on every floor level.
Some of the apartments seem to be taken already, as we entered the building's premises we saw no one. The lower apartments were pretty much empty yet he was against us taking those rooms.
"Why?",
I asked though knowing the answer myself I still wanted to hear it from him as a form of assurance. He ignored me then began to climb the stairs silently as possible not wanting to attract any attention from the other occupants until we reached another stair case that obviously leads to the second floor.
Upon reaching the floor he chooses an apartment close to a fire escape, he kicks the door as we enter. The interior of the apartment is nothing to write much about, only a small bedroom and bathroom nothing else.
He releases one of his stressed sighs before laying me gently onto a soft futon. The feeling of something as soft as this completes sinking in. Aaaah how I miss this.
He sets down a small back pack that I didn't notice on him earlier, he then slips into the shower the next moment and came out the next with a basin full of crystal clean water and seemingly warm water and a clean towel.
"Draw your leg back",
He said softly in a way telling me how painful this treatment will be. He sat on the cool floor with his legs crossed as he produces a lighter and a pocket knife that looks sharp enough to peirce through my skin in one smooth motion.
He dips a part of the tower into the warm water and rubs it gently my right foot, I was wrong the the water is strangely cold making my entire body feel electrified from head to toe. His method is awfully new to me and painful from the start.
He rubs the damp towel against the right foot until it becomes clean enough for him to work with. He takes out a handkerchief and gestures me to open my mouth wide for him to place it. The he brings the lighter in full view as he flicks his hand across the switch, the first time brings out only sparks, the second time bring out a perfect bluish purple flame and he maintains it as he brings the pocket knife closer to it.
The cold steel now illuminates a slight reddish colour which show how ready it is. Swiftly he makes contact between the knife and the wound.
"Mmmmmmmhhhhh!!!",
I try to supress the mournful shrieks by my pain is far greater than my will to stay silent. The scream is muffled by the material inside my mouth. My sight begins to blur showing one image at a time, sweat begins to drip down my face.
There is a grab made on the toe before there is a pull. There is a slight crack sound as everything seems to be taken care of with the sole exception of my shoulder.
He moves closer to my shoulder where he brings out a needle and thread together with some pill. He helps me up slightly as he remove the handkerchief from my mouth. Then he forces the pills down to my throat, I swallow then with no water.
The pills are weird, they have no taste and no smell at all, then without any word everything turn picth black as though nothing had occurred. I don't want to fall asleep, no, save me.
" I don't want to see the shadows of my past anymore!!!!",
I screamed aloud yet again it was in vain because nothing changes. Soon sleep with take me in it's wing. I am going into the shadows that I hate more than anything.
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In the shadows I find my family who aren't exactly related to me by blood. My parents are doctors who found me on the mean streets when I was only four years old. They taught me everything on how to save lives---for someone like me I am the kind that is only interested in how to take it away from others.
Everything about helping others feels odd to me, I have no friends, no family to turn to and no one to even call an acquaintance. I drop down to my knees as I aslo drop my head into my palms. The tears that wanted to flow colud not make an entrance amymore for a reason known only to my heart but not my head.
"Why do you feel sad?",
I heard a voice completely unfamiliar to me amidst the darkness, someone raise my head then our eyes met. It is a divine being I could tell from her look alone. An angel with only one wing.