Queen of the 40 Thieves, chapter 5
Well, so she was in New York. It had been almost a year since she ran away, there were like two and a half month left for her birthday, which means she had left home almost ten months ago.
The ninety percent of the time she was feeling better than when she was at home, though she wasn't happy anymore, not like when she was in Atlanta with the high of having left home just days ago.
I got this letter from here five days ago, it was almost her good bye to me, but at the beginning of the letter she told me the story about how she met him, I'll just type it for you.
(*From M.I.'s letter, which means from her point of view*)
It had been about an hour since I had arrived to New York, I was just walking without having an idea of where to go, and feeling totally alone, but well...I was already used to those feelings anyway.
Someway I ended up in this lonely alleyway, well, it wasn't that lonely, it just felt lonely. There were like this group of guys, all of them were around my age by that time. They were five guys, and the one that was sitting right in the middle of the group, was him.
He had an angel face, I remember it so clearly. I couldn't resist walking up to them and meeting them, because also they all seemed like nice guys, the kind of guys that could become my friends or something.
"Hi," I said to them.
"Wait, do I know you or something?" the boy with the angel face said.
"I don't think so."
"Okay, so get out of my alleyway."
I acted indifferent to his comment, after all, I had seen a lot of guys like him during the months I spent going from town to town. The kind of guys that pretended to be tough and all that, but that with just two drinks they'd get drunk as hell and start crying about every stupid thing that had happened in their lives that made them unhappy. "Nope, why should I get out of this alleyway?" I spoke simply.
"Mmm...well...first reason, because you came to my alleyway to say hi when none of us know you. I mean, what the hell?! Fuck you! You know? We deserve some respect, I think, so don't come here to say hi like if we were your friends or something when you don't even know our names or have seen us in your whole life. Second reason, I don't like girls that look like if their hair in on fire," (my hair was bright red by that time and the sun was shinning right on it, so it really might have kind of looked like if it was on fire).
"Mmm...well...I see, so give me a second. What's your name?" I said looking at the guy standing beside him.
"David," the guy said.
"Okay David, nice to meet you."
He looked at David and at me with that look of 'that-was the-most-stupid-thing-you-have-ever-done'. Then I gave him back the same look and said:
"Well, according to you, now that I know David's name I can stay. And about my hair colour, get used to it because I'm not leaving."
He took out a gun and pointed it to my head just on the count of '1, 2, 3, 4'. All the guys seemed surprised, I dropped my things and my guitar on the floor while he told the guys to leave the alleyway for a second, and so they did. It was just the two of us. I put my hands up while I said: "Go ahead, shoot me, I'm not afraid of it, we all are gonna die someday, and considering that I would be dead before I could realize that there's a bullet penetrating my head, it wouldn't be such a bad way to die." I firmly believed in what I was saying anyways.
I was looking at him in the eye all the time as I was saying those words. And so he was looking at me.
There was silence for about thirty seconds, it was a tense moment and it was obvious that he was extremely frustrated because he wanted to shoot me but he couldn't, he seemed so disturbed, he looked like if there was a fight going on inside his mind, deciding what to do: to shoot me or not to.
The ninety percent of the time she was feeling better than when she was at home, though she wasn't happy anymore, not like when she was in Atlanta with the high of having left home just days ago.
I got this letter from here five days ago, it was almost her good bye to me, but at the beginning of the letter she told me the story about how she met him, I'll just type it for you.
(*From M.I.'s letter, which means from her point of view*)
It had been about an hour since I had arrived to New York, I was just walking without having an idea of where to go, and feeling totally alone, but well...I was already used to those feelings anyway.
Someway I ended up in this lonely alleyway, well, it wasn't that lonely, it just felt lonely. There were like this group of guys, all of them were around my age by that time. They were five guys, and the one that was sitting right in the middle of the group, was him.
He had an angel face, I remember it so clearly. I couldn't resist walking up to them and meeting them, because also they all seemed like nice guys, the kind of guys that could become my friends or something.
"Hi," I said to them.
"Wait, do I know you or something?" the boy with the angel face said.
"I don't think so."
"Okay, so get out of my alleyway."
I acted indifferent to his comment, after all, I had seen a lot of guys like him during the months I spent going from town to town. The kind of guys that pretended to be tough and all that, but that with just two drinks they'd get drunk as hell and start crying about every stupid thing that had happened in their lives that made them unhappy. "Nope, why should I get out of this alleyway?" I spoke simply.
"Mmm...well...first reason, because you came to my alleyway to say hi when none of us know you. I mean, what the hell?! Fuck you! You know? We deserve some respect, I think, so don't come here to say hi like if we were your friends or something when you don't even know our names or have seen us in your whole life. Second reason, I don't like girls that look like if their hair in on fire," (my hair was bright red by that time and the sun was shinning right on it, so it really might have kind of looked like if it was on fire).
"Mmm...well...I see, so give me a second. What's your name?" I said looking at the guy standing beside him.
"David," the guy said.
"Okay David, nice to meet you."
He looked at David and at me with that look of 'that-was the-most-stupid-thing-you-have-ever-done'. Then I gave him back the same look and said:
"Well, according to you, now that I know David's name I can stay. And about my hair colour, get used to it because I'm not leaving."
He took out a gun and pointed it to my head just on the count of '1, 2, 3, 4'. All the guys seemed surprised, I dropped my things and my guitar on the floor while he told the guys to leave the alleyway for a second, and so they did. It was just the two of us. I put my hands up while I said: "Go ahead, shoot me, I'm not afraid of it, we all are gonna die someday, and considering that I would be dead before I could realize that there's a bullet penetrating my head, it wouldn't be such a bad way to die." I firmly believed in what I was saying anyways.
I was looking at him in the eye all the time as I was saying those words. And so he was looking at me.
There was silence for about thirty seconds, it was a tense moment and it was obvious that he was extremely frustrated because he wanted to shoot me but he couldn't, he seemed so disturbed, he looked like if there was a fight going on inside his mind, deciding what to do: to shoot me or not to.
