When I was Twelve I had a very depressing Linger. I acted as a dead body waiting for the grave. How ironic life can be sometimes. Dressing dark, depressing, gothic, and my dark hair as long as my waist. As Youthfull as I was I fell into a sort of puppy love with a girl named Misty. She was 2 years older than I and was somewhat "experienced" in the ways of the world. Ok she was a slut. After seeing each other for about five months the day came when we started having sex. It was an experience all it's own, not necesarily good or bad, just different.
As it began i didn't know what the hell i was doing. Of course i had seen a pornographic film like most other thirteen year old boys, i knew the physics of it. But the stir of emotions, the physical confusion, i wasn't ready for that.
After it was over it made me wonder what was next, i meen surely your life didn't end with your virginity. What was next in the relationship, in my education, in my life.
Her and I continued to have sex for over a year, it got better as i got more used to it, still not good or bad. As i thought more about life, i began to explore the possiblility that there might be more to mine. I had always been set apart from other people. Always different than them.
After a year of dissmissing the fact that she had been cheating on me Misty broke up with me. Then she called me days later begging me back. At almost fourteen years old, i had a distingueshed street fighting career, i decided i didn't need her anymore. I told her to get lost.
As for the fighting career, I joined on with a street fighting league about two days after my thirteenth birthday. I made thousands of dollars, i used it however, what i didn't spend on drugs... went to take care of my family.
You see my dad was fighting my mom for custody, i really wanted to move in with my dad. This caused tension between my mom and I. A tension that took a long time to mend.
Then one day at school a friend came to me. He told me of a fight he was going to be involved in and the guy he was fighting was supposed to be dangerous. He wanted me around to keep him from getting killed. I don't think it was the desire to help a friend, i think it was the sheer joy of battle i felt that made me exept the fight.
We met at the wal-mart by my house. He helped me climb on top of the building and I was to wait there until it looked like he might get hurt, then i was to climb down and help him out.
I watched as a giant walked up. This guy had to be 6 1/2 feet tall and weigh the better part of 300 lbs. All muscle. He was decked in aligator leather wich made you want to tell him to "get with the times crocidile dundee." I couldn't hear what was said from my hiding spot but a small conversation took place then they fought. And fought they did, they tore at each other with strength and speed i couldn't have imagined before that day.
Eventually my friend was pinned against the wall by his throat. Then the man put a knife to his throat. This guy ment buisness, i couldn't wait any longer. I ran and leaped off the building cause there was no time to climb down. I flew strait to the ground and never faultered on my landing. In one motion i grabbed the large man by the throat and lifted him off the ground. I watched as my fingernails made punctures into the sides of his neck. I watched the warm blood trickle down my fingers. At that a sort of lust came over me, i wanted so badly to tear into his flesh, Rip at the holes in his skin with my teeth, And sink them in to taste the life giving blood he was spewing from his neck.
Then i realized what was going on, i gathered my senses back and dropped him terrified to the floor. I stared at him blankley without an explination, hoping he could give me one. When i realized he was more shocked than i was, i ran. I ran all the way down town to a cathedral, When i arrived there i fell on the steps and prayed, i prayed for what seemed like only a few minutes, and a liftetime. I wanted answers, i felt as if there was nothing human inside of me. The fall should have killed me but it didn't even harm me, I didn't even know who he was or what he was doing there, most important question i had was....
What Am I?!