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Mike just can't live in peace even now after the tragedy of three years ago. And when he meets the girl in the Bronx things get even worse. What happens when this senior tries to live his life, but ends up getting mixed up in something that might just kill him?
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Mike just can't live in peace even now after the tragedy of three years ago. And when he meets the girl in the Bronx things get even worse. What happens when this senior tries to live his life, but ends up getting mixed up in something that might just kill him?

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: February 21, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: February 21, 2017

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I hunched my shoulders against the sudden chill that blew trash along the New York streets of the Bronx. I pulled my beanie farther down over my ears, my scarf over my  mouth, and shoved my hands into my pockets. God it was freezing. I walked faster trying to get to Mott Haven, then to Manhattan, before the sun went down. If there’s one thing i knew, it’s never stay the night in the bronx. I licked my lips. and trudged forward. I was about 3 miles out from Mott Haven, when i saw her. She stumbled out of the alley, clutching the wall dearly. At first i thought she was just another heroine addict coming out from shooting up, on a count of the various, and very visible  needle scars all over her forearm, but i’ve never seen a heroine addict wearing a hospital gown. I stopped a few feet from her. Trying to keep still. Hoping She wouldn’t see me. But the wind blew;  it was enough to force her skinny body, to turn towards me. She looked at me, and i stared back. Her eyes were covered by a mask, only one eye showed through a crack in the mask. It was the purest green i’d ever seen. Her hair was long, close to the back of her knees, and pure black. Her skin was covered in dirt, and what looked like oil, and soot. The front of her pale blue hospital gown was covered in even more mysterious stains. She just stared at me. And i stared back. Another cold chill, sends her mane of hair flying forward in a dirty, matted mess. I can’t tell you how long we stood there for. Studying each other, not daring to speak. Then out of nowhere a car came barreling down the road so fast it was just a blur, and lost into the bronx. My heart pounded in my chest. “Which way to the river?” She asked. I pointed in the direction i was going. She turned her head very very slowly and looked down the street. Even slower she nodded her head and began to walk. Lucky for her the sun had already set, unlucky for me though i didn't like the night to much. I let her get a few good feet ahead of me, before i began to follow. We were headed in the same direction basically.

I tried not to stare, but in the unnerving silence all you could hear was her bare feet slapping against the pavement. She swayed heavily as she walked, like a child learning to walk for the first time, falling often. I noticed, as we walked, her left leg  was covered in some dark substance, and her left foot was turned inward, almost pigeoned toed. It looked almost painful. I felt weird watching her so i stared at the ground. Hoping to hid behind my scarf. I saw as i walked a pattern on the sidewalk. Dark misshapen drops of something along the ground. They were small, but i saw them clearly in the streetlight. Did it bother me? ‘Does it bother you.’ i asked myself. My fingers started to feel numb, along with my lips. I looked up to see the bridge that would take me over to Manhattan. And her. ‘Is she not cold?’ I asked myself. She had no shoes, no coat, no scarf. Just a hospital gown and long hair. She stopped before the bridge, and i walked past her. I looked forward. I didn't want to get involved with her. I couldn’t get involved with her. Whatever story she had, I didn't want a part of it. I walked as cars rolled by. Then i heard a scream and a splash. I stopped dead for a split second before spinning around to see she wasn't there. I ran with my heart pounding, to the railing, to see air bubbles coming to the surface. I sighed, feeling a strange ache in my chest. I guess there won’t be a story. I turned and walked away. Towards Manhattan, towards home, towards a normal life with one weird interaction, i’d probably tell everyone in school about. I’ll probably be called a liar, and a freak, maybe i might become popular, get my 15 minutes of fame you know? Then forget about her. Her story is lost forever to an unforgiving river.


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