The sun rises over the hills and birds chirp gleefully for the new day that dawns on us all. The darkened skies slowly glow with the waking city below, as the night lights flicker off and the sun replaces the light with its own blinding light.

I open my eyes and stare out the broken window, the air stinks of dirt and rotten flesh. The grey clouds in the distance threaten our very existence and lurk closer with every passing moment. The wind howls and screams at the rising sun, crying out for it to leave and return to the darkness that once covered the land.

The annoying birds flock the sky, since the waking world now stirs, they must too now stir and screech with all their might, waking anyone who dares try to sleep the dawning day away.

I crank my head to face away from the outside world and I look to the world that hides behind the walls of the building, the world where I am not afraid to be myself. The dangling mason jar lights swing silently on their fishing wire swings, staring down the dangers that lay beneath them. The avocado and plum coloured paint, peels eerily down the fading walls, beckinging to be redone.

The room smells of cheap perfume and the moldy slice of what used to be over priced cheese pizza. I take in a deep breath of air and the needing to pee finally hits me and I rip my bed sheets off of me. I leap off of the bed and charge to the bathroom like a grumpy, hungry bull that has not seen the light of day in five thousand years.

As I gently flush the toilet, a soft chuckle erupts from the otherside of the bathroom door. The sound creeps through the tiny crack between the floor and the door and crawls up the back of my left leg and thrusts itself harshly into my left ear. I twitch my right eye fiercely and I fling the bathroom door open.

A tiny, three foot tall, child stands five feet in front of me. Black greasy hair falls on either side of the child's pale visage. Her beady charcoal eyes fixate tightly upon my amber eyes and her mouth contorts into a wide gaping hole of a smile; and then the screeching of a giggle erupts from her mouth once again.

"What are you laughing at, kid?" I yell out at the child, my hands tightened into fists. My body shakes timidly, frightened by my own scowl. "Never seen a woman pee before?" My face reddened as my voice growled with each word screamed.

"No. No I have not." The cheeky monkey spoke, bringing her while laced sleeves up to her face and covered herself with them, letting another giggle loudly escape from her lips.

"Out!" I shout and stamp my foot forwards, raising my right fist in the air with anger. I shake it fiercely back and forth, showing my visible frustration, hoping that the child gets my point.

"Okay... okay..." The kid defensively raises her hands in the air, she backs up slowly with the devious smirk still planted on her face before she turns and simply disappears from my sight.

I inhale some air before blowing it out with a deep sigh of relief, finally I am alone once more. Alone to be with my thoughts and the moldy slice of pizza, the only things I need in my sad and lonely life.

I swiftly close the bathroom door once again and continue on with my morning routine.

* * *

The blazing light of the sun streams harshly through the window, setting the sheets on my bed ablaze. I sarcastically roll my eyes and pull the charcoaled sheets off of my bed and quickly bundle them into a ball before I yeet them out of the window from where the sun's rays of death originated from. I stand in the window and curiously watch as the burning ball of sheets splashes abruptly into a sea of bodies below, still burning as brightly as when they were when cooking on my bed.

"I guess I gotta go out to get new sheets now." I curse to myself in a whispery tone, my enraged gaze shifts to the window, to the portal to the outside world, where no one with a shred of sanity dares to go.

I collect my dusty old bag of outside worldly things and I roughly sling it over my shoulder. The bag strikes my back with a moderately loud thug and I inhale the air that I always knew, taking a bit of it with me before I start my horrendous journey into the outside world, so that I will always remember the broken place that I called home.

"Goodbye old girl, take care while I'm gone." I run my rusty, skin peeling, old hand along the paint peeling walls as I brush past them. I curse to myself with each step my body takes as it thrusts my unwilling self out of the only place I knew like the back of my hand, and into the world that never wanted me.

"Goodbye old chap! Don't forget about me!" A voice teasingly calls out as I pass through the barrier into the outside world, I jerk my head back towards my home to see the cheeky monkey child standing in the door's frame. A grin as wide as the frame itself, plasters across her pale face as she quickly waves her left hand in front of her face. I narrow my angry eyes towards her, just before the door to my home slams shut, closing itself off to the outside world.

"Dear lord, please let my home still be in one place for when I return." I uncharacteristically pray to the higher beings above, hoping that someone remembered to leave the help line open that one fateful day.

* * *

The world turns slowly on its axis, threatening to drop all of the unsuspecting victims into the bottomless pits below. We all know of their existence, yet we still intentionally force ourselves to not believe in such terrifying instances.

The wind brushes past me as I stroll wearily in the streets, its chill rushes up my arms, popping out each goose bumps that dared to leave its mark on my arms and tired body. The wind dances around, laughing and singing with each unwanted step I take.

"God, I think I prefer the child-" I breath, abruptly cutting myself off as I collide with a stranger on the street.

The body flings itself around and stares angrily down at my petite figure, eyeing me, and probably enjoying a taste test of my person before them. As they eye me, my amber gaze eyes them back. The stranger's figure curves sharper than the knives sticking out of my wall from my drunken neighbour's one night stand fling thing the other night.

Their hair wrapped itself nicely in a bow atop their head, smiling brightly as the sun cooks it slowly but surely. The faded colour in their hair screams for a touch up, but unfortunate for them, all of the barbershops have shut down until further notice.

"Oh... sorry miss..ter...?" I speak softly, moving my mouth around hesitantly as I am unsure of the stranger's gender. Their figure should have given me a clue, but so far it gave me nothing but grief and angry glares from the stranger in front of me.

"That's ma'am to you! M. A. Apostrophe. A. M!" She spoke- well more so barked, sternly emphasising each section of the word ma'am, especially the apostrophe between the a's and the m's. The woman's morning breath stank of roses and puppies, it smelled horrendous and I forced my nose to scrunch up, in hopes of getting away from the beautifully smelling woman... or I suppose... MA'AM....

"Oh.. sorry about the confusion, ma'am, I was not looking where I was going, and I apologize for bumping into you. I hope I did not cause you any harm." I speak with a trembling tone, attempting to come off as friendly yet apologetically - despite not really caring what this WOMAN thought of me or my tone of voice...- but I really did care too... It was beyond weird how I felt.

"No worries youngin." The woman speaks with a wide grin on her face, two pokes of her cheeks stretching intensely inwards, creating what normies would call dimples. I call them craters of destruction that refuse to break the skin around their edges. She slams her right arm into my left shoulder and I instinctively leap from my stance, my frail child-like body shivered increasingly as she rips her giant masculine hand from my cracking little shoulder. "Hey... say... Are you out here alone?" The woman's voice chimes loudly in my ears, ringing like church bells all around.

"Oh... uhm... yes. I am." I breathe lightly, caressing my shedding head with my one free left hand, wriggling through any clumps of knots and tangles in my crows nest of a hair style. "Why do you ask?" My eyes jerk towards the ground and my heart begins to pound hard within my chest. "Oh... God... this is where I die isn't it? And my home is left in the hands of a child that can't even open a god damn jar of pickles without smashing it on the ground first and then crying because the pickles touched the dirt coated floors."

"I have a proposition for you." I slowly raise my eyes to look her in the face, her briney skin leaks with oil, dripping silently from the corners of her jaw. "If you play a little game with me, then I will be your bodyguard for the rest of the day!" The corners of her filth stained lips curl up into a grimace, as her beady brown eyes drift down towards my figure.

"Uh... okay." I speak softly, "I like games." I clasp my hands together, my abnormally clean nails deeply digging themselves into their adjacent finger partners. "How do we play this... little game of yours?" I ask as I soften my tone, my gaze shifting from one corner of her square face to the other side, moving slowly through each visible corner of her face.

"It is easy!" The stranger booms, reeling their body backwards to let out a cough of a laugh or a cackle. "All you gotta do is walk up to that woman over there and give her a big sloppy kiss all over her beautifully, gorgeous face!" She speaks with delightful enthusiasm, sending a chill of unease down my spine. "Wonderful." Her large man hand raised with a finger pointed straight out, shooting directly towards a fine appearing woman, standing idly across the road from us.

"So... I will have to cross the road?" I breathe in a quiet and hesitant manner, my gaze momentarily shifting towards where the stranger pointed, and then I look back at the woman, my tired eyes begging her to say no and choose another victim.

"Yes. Yes you will, is that an issue?" The stranger thrusts her thick hands down upon her hips and juts her hips back to bend over in a brief attempt to intimidate me. Her attempt was quite successful.

"No... not at all." I speak in my normal, monotoned and expressionless tone.

"Great!" She screeches with delight and I force my weary self to appear motivated and interested in this stupid game that I did not understand at all.

My gaze shifts towards the woman and I move my feet towards her, silently hoping that a bus runs a red light and crashes into me before I reach her. "Why did today have to be the day that I meet so many weird and strange smelling ladies?"

I stand in front of the targeted woman, my gaze meets hers and I force my dead souled body to smile at her jolly appearing self.

I quickly slap my hands across the woman's cheeks and I pull her head towards mine, I don't even stop to say hi or even speak to her. This all was happening so fast, which explains why she did not resist either.

I slam my lips against hers and for a moment it feels like we're the only two in the world.

BANG!

A booming sound breaks the silence and I force open my eyes.

But all I could see was white before it faded to black.

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