A Bored Evening Spent Well.
The notes of each lyric strung into me like a sword. I had been listening to music for about 30 minutes and it was starting provoke me. I had the same routine each day: Go to school, come home, do more work and be horrifcally bored. Left with nothing to do, I decided to go for a simple walk. I had watched Twilight earlier so Edward's beautiful face was still wandering around in my brain. The thought of vampires was also mixed into the breeze somewhere.
As I locked my front door, I noticed the sun had started to settle. Not too dark, not too light. Perfect. I had been walking for a while, enjoying the sweet wind, when I got a lurching feeling. I turned a corner and checked behind me to see him still following. Turned another hoping to God he would stop but he didn't. I stopped and faced his direction yelling, "Leave me alone asshole!"
"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable but you dropped this and I just wanted to return it but you were walking so fast.... I didn't know if I should run or something." He answered reaching his hand out with my keys.
"I am so sorry. Thank you so much for this." I uttered completely embarrased.
As I reached for my keys, I noticed a small, red spatter on his hand. Maybe he's a painter. I grabbed my keys and thanked him once again. We were standing infront of a little cafe, which was pretty empty so we took a seat outside. The little T.V on the wall was muttering on and on about some killer on the loose.
My heart rate sped up.
"It's getting late, I should get home. Nice to meet you and thank you again for the keys."
"We just sat down darling, why don't we talk a little?" He stated with a smirk.
Sonething seemed so off and the little red spatter on his hand seemed to feel like it wasn't just paint. He noticed me staring at it and mumbled,
"I see you've noticed the little red mark. What do you think it is?"
"Paint?" I answered ready to start running.
"Spot on love. It is paint. In fact, it is a very rare paint and I believe you have some with you or in you as I should say."
The little spatter in his dark eyes turned to something dark and twisted and suddenly they were red.
I should have just stayed home.