Bright red ink bled into a circle that surrounded November 19th. Once proud X's that boldly marked march and may, slowly grew timid as they approached it, as if they blamed themselves for the passage of time. Three days, only three full, guaranteed days remained.
*Bzzzzzzz*... The sound of the ceiling light slowly drifted in and out of my consciousness ... *zzzzzzzz*
The upkeep in government issues apartments is notoriously shitty, for that reason I had never laid on the ground like this. I wonder what else I haven't done? What else do I want to do...
*Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*
I couldn't think of anything, I was only 16 and there was absolutely nothing I wanted to do. I'm not sad about dying at all... I'm not pissed or upset...
-What the hell is wrong with me?
I suddenly felt a magic call from my nether region. It was a roach, a roach was crawling on my wiener.
"GIRLFRIEND!" I shot up with excitement, "I'm going to die alone! Now that really sucks!"
NOVEMBER 12th - ONE WEEK REMAINING
The afternoon sun pierced my vision and washed the park in a rich, golden hue. Despite her harsh stare, the sun had little effect on the cold autumn weather, and my last line of defense, an old red pullover, held no power against the occasional light breeze.
-Okay… One more hour, then I'm leaving
Honestly, I had already accepted the fact that she wasn't coming a long time ago, probably since before I arrived. She seemed way too good to be real even when we were texting, a short, blonde cutie who asks ME out? No way.
'Meet me at 3:24!' She said, obviously she was messing with me, who schedules a meetup at 3:24? Who schedules anything at 3:24?
-She was probably a robot or a scammer or something.
I leaned over my right and left shoulders to try and spot any potential muggers or robot terrorists, there were a few. One was an old man with a long, white beard who was walking an equally ancient labrador poodle, another was a little woman walking (or rather being walked by) two disagreeable pitbulls at the same time
-Nah, no way
By far the most suspicious suspect was the girl sitting on the bench on the other side of the walkway, facing mine. She had gotten here maybe five or so minutes after I did and had been eying me down this whole time.
At first, I thought she was totally into me, but I've been through enough to know that that's the kind of look people give to someone they've pegged as a criminal.
Her snow white skin, her black, pin straight hair, her calculating gaze and the way she carried herself all seemed so cold and unforgiving, the complete opposite of my type. She dressed in a dark blue cashmere sweater, the kind with a bunch of designs on it, a black pair of skin tight leggings and some brown snow boots.
There was one cute thing about her, she wore a dark pink hair-clip with a little bunny charm that she was constantly switching between wearing on the left, and the right side of her face, depending on where the wind was coming from, so actually two things.
She sat in stark contrast to the golden tall grass field framing her, and if she'd sat a little more to the left, the sun would've given her a halo. To most, she would be stunning, to me, she's just okay.
The sun hid behind the horizon, and the gold stain was replaced by a thick, dark blue coat. Turns out, the sun had been doing a lot in the effort to combat the cold. I stepped my feet up onto the bench and curled up into a little ball to try and save as much heat as I could, but I suddenly felt an even colder and darker presence loom over me.
Although I'd been forced to do this, the feeling of getting 'stood up' was majorly shitty. It still confused me, our conversations via text seemed to have been going well, and he was quick to accept my invitation.
I leaned over and tapped a few times on my head with my pointer finger, trying to think of some reason why he'd ghosted me. I did everything right, I scheduled the date six minutes before I was planning on arriving, effectively creating a situation where I arrived fashionably late, and I was plenty seductive in our conversations, so it must be…
-He's just not into blonde girls
That explains it! A shame, really, I was genuinely looking forward to our date, I'll have to inform the lady that not every boy finds her attractive. Now, on to the more important matter,
-That guy is totally a rapist!
The golden sun setting behind me cast my shadow to the tip of his beaten, white converse. He sat on the bench opposing mine, across the walkway; the mysterious gold and black thicket behind him framed him as a total creepo.
His face had seemed… normal enough at first, like the typical white teenager's. He had eyes that were unmistakably brown even from fourteen feet away, a nose, a mouth, and short brown hair. He wore an old, oversized red jumper and a pair of light blue jeans that had the appearance of once being darkly stained. He mumbled and whispered to himself and occasionally checked over his shoulders, but mostly for the last two hours, he was looking at me.
His presence wasn't threatening so much as it was infuriating. His rude gaze and unflattering nature opposed literally all preconceived notions of a gentleman
His face, at a second glance, did seem rather familiar… He must have got it from the Typical White Teenager's Face Store.
Between the rapist, getting stood up, and the constant wind, this was turning out to be a really shitty afternoon.
-In 13 more minutes, when the sun sets, I'll confront him
I looked up to try and make out the demon that stood before me. There she was, the girl in the sweater, I knew it! She was just waiting for the sun to set-
"Are you some kind of rapist?" … even the crickets shut up, "You were planning on using me without my permission, weren't you?"
-Wh- WHAT THE HELL!
Shit! I can't believe I could be so slow! Obviously some random guy sitting across from you for three hours is totally creepy! I have to do something.. Think…
-His face turned white… Perhaps I was wrong?
"Um... It would be impossible to rape you and get away with it! It's like, 6 in the afternoon, there are too many people around for that!" only later did I realize how creepy I sounded "I- I was waiting here for a date- *BLAM*