[Yeah, it's a new story. Scream in joy, scream in pain, scream just 'cause you want to. Whatever... this isn't some of my best work, but what is? Anyway, you might be a bit confused at the beginning... but it all lays out in the end. Well, I hope it will. Feedback? Pretty please?]
[Rated: TEEN]
{Music: Wine Red-- The Hush Sound}
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The rain fell slowly outside her window. Drops falling on the gutters that rested floors above her could be heard throughout the dimly lit hospital. Dark clouds muffled out the moon light that would usually flow in a straight beam through her open window. The nurses came in a few hours earlier so they could close the window, but when she continued to command them not to the nurses left. Now a puddle slowly formed on the white tile in a half circle around the window.
She hated this hospital. It was like a jail casing her in, but it had been so many years since she had been outside of this sanitary nightmare. Being in the garden of the hospital didn't count even if it was the only soothing almost escape; it was exactly the same, the same nightmare but with a different setting. She wasn't meant to be caged in behind these walls of white. The doctor said all she needed was to get more acquainted with these walls and her "future friends". That would never happen, she would never let it.
Never would anything hurt her, she had promised herself that at a very young age. She was Hunter not the hunted.
If only, she had never said a word to him. Maybe then, she could have kept her promise.
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The sun's rays blazed through her sky blue curtains. Hunter's eyes were clamped shut, attempting to at most block the light out. It was her day off of work; the day for her to sleep in and relax for once in her life; the day for her not to be forced to wake up at godly hours just to deal with the idiotic people at work. A loud groan escaped Hunter's mouth as her eyes snapped open and she quickly bolted up right.
"There's no hope of me catching some much needed sleep if you continue to try to burn a hole through me!" she screamed at the Sun.
Immediately, she dove back down into her soft mass of pillows. Hunter could feel the heat of the Sun, now at her back, subside. A joyous sigh escaped her lips as she thought she might actually be allowed to catch some sleep. But just as she finished counting her sheep and was about to escape to dreamland, loud and obnoxious laughter blasted through her open window from the street below her small urban apartment.
Giving up all hope of getting some sleep, Hunter climbed out of her soft lime green and navy sheeted bed. Yawns echoed through the sky blue, lime green, and navy blue themed bedroom. Once she had emerged from the soft, blissful bed, the immense heat of summer hit her. Summer was her favorite season, but she held many grudges against it for its unbearable heat.
Hunter groggily headed for the open door to her bathroom, while she straightened the red boy shorts that completely clashed with the purple wife beater that she wore. There was no sense in closing the door because no one shared the apartment with her, but Hunter protected herself from everything. That's what she did, so nothing would ever come back to bite her in the ass. Nothing and no one ever won again Hunter.
Stripping down, she climbed into the shower. With a turn of her wrist, freezing cold water began to rain down against her pale skin and light blonde and black hair. When she had finished scrubbing out the many hair products, most of which just further ruined her hair, and soap, Hunter climbed out and continued her morning ritual.
She never put much effort into her appearance. Most would tell by the way her hair simply casually rested against her shoulders. Coincidentally, Hunter owned many various types of hair brushes because she continued to lose them in random spots around her apartment. So, she never used a hairbrush anymore.
"Wow! My hair looks splendid," her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Eh, hairbrushes are overrated anyway."
The fingers of Hunter's left hand casually brushed through her mostly blonde hair. Everyone at her workplace would comment on how good the dye job on her hair was; little did the idiots know, the coloring of Hunter's hair was one-hundred percent natural. Her hair was just about completely a shade of light blonde except for the under layer, which was a dark ebony black. A thick dark black outline was traced around her grey-blue eyes with the eyeliner held in her right hand. The eyeliner was an attempt to hide the dark bags of near insomnia caused by a shitty job that didn't pay much anyway, but the attempt didn't work very well.
Dressed in only a midnight blue towel, Hunter emerged from the bathroom. She headed directly toward her rather small closet. After slipping on her bra and underwear, she dropped the towel and began to search through the closet for something suitable for a scorching hot summer day. When nothing else caught her eye, Hunter pulled on a plain white and black striped tee with a pair of tight black capris to match.
"Well, there's no way I'll be getting any breakfast in this apartment. It's time to head out troops!" she commanded her imaginary army squad.
Finally satisfied with the way her hair messily fell across her shoulders, she proceeded to her front door. There was no hope of her ever actually using the kitchen that rested a few mere feet from where she stood. Everything anyone would ever need to make a five-star meal was in that kitchen; anyone who knew how to turn on a stove at least. So that meant about anyone in this world besides Hunter. Hunter was never much of a homemaker.
Slipping on her favorite pair of sandals, a simple pair of black Old Navy flip-flops, and retrieved her medium-sized messenger bag, she began on the ritual of opening her front door. The door had a series of various types of locks all nailed into its side. Did you expect less? She lived in a run down New York apartment; just one lock would never do the trick. After removing the chain from the last lock, way at the bottom of the door, she proceeded to the door marked 'STAIRS' as she passed the elevator. No one had ever seen someone enter the elevator or exit it. So, most would simply avoid it. Luckily, Hunter only lived on the third floor.
Those stairs had become quite familiar to her through the many years she had been stuck living in the "nearly sub-standard apartment". But it was home, no matter how many times she told the walls how much she hated them. She always reminded herself that she was lucky she wasn't stuck in a random insane asylum. Those were truly creepy…
Hardly out of breath, Hunter began her small trek of one block. This was the walk she made every morning even if she was suffering from a one-hundred and four degree fever. Morning just didn't happen without it. She wasn't sane without it.
"Hello, my one and only Heaven and love!" Hunter greeted the Starbucks she had finally reached.
This Starbucks was what made Hunter's day. When work was hell, an extra Frappuccino would always do the trick. She breathed a sigh of relief when she noticed there was no line in front of the cashier this morning. Although it was later than she usually came in, which was the morning work rush. Hunter should have been working at the sad excuse for a job, the lobby of the dental practice, but she got the week off. Hunter's employer, Mr. Fagnoch, was trying to apologize to his wife for cheating on her with his last lobbyist by taking her on a trip to the Bahamas. Mr. Fagnoch was a jackass.
"So, Ms. LaFemme, would you like your summer usual? A large Iced White Chocolate Mocha Espresso with a light sprinkling of cocoa powder and cinnamon sugar and with a bit of extra whipped cream, right?" asked the boy at the counter, who seemed about sixteen, and wore a nametag reading 'Quinn'.
"Of course, Quinn." Hunter replied.
After a few moments and some noises from the coffee machine, Hunter handed over her money in exchange for the coffee. She could smell its great caffeine pumped smell; that cup was worth every one of its incredibly overpriced cents. Afraid to break the perfect beauty of the perfect espresso, she looked down at her coffee. Just as she decided she would have to take a sip of the marvelous concoction, Hunter felt the cup knocked out of her hands as it spilt right down her partially white shirt. She could feel her feet squish against the foam of her flip-flops as it reached her feet. Hunter couldn't help but to look up at the raven hair and into the forest green eyes of the killer in anger. He was a killer; the killer of her perfect espresso.
"You fucking douchebag! What the fuck am I supposed to fucking do about this fan-fucking-tastic new fucking fashion statement?! What the fuck, you fucking douche?! Did you and your shitty brain just fucking think you would fucking decide to fucking ruin my fucking day and make it shitty?!" Hunter continued her trail of swears at the man about her age standing in front of her.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to run into you like that! Can I buy you another drink? And shirt? Please, I'm so sorry about this!" he tried to apologize simultaneously.
'Who the fuck is this guy? Who does he think he is?! He just ruined my morning with this!' Hunter screamed at him in thought. 'He's just like everyone else in this fucking fucked up world. But why does he have to bother ME?!'
