Venom

Robyn My calfs burned while I fastened my pace down the dark street. I heard his heavy feet run behind me and I hastily turned a corner. My breathing staggered, I took in as much air as I could and turned another corner, in a alley.         I couldn't see a thing, I widened my eyes into the darkness and all I saw was shadows of palm trees above me. I rubbed my shoulder as I took a sharp turn around the corner causing me to slip on to the rough, cold pavement. I hissed in pain and got up quickly before he could catch me, My knee popped uncomfortably and I limped my way across the road,hearing the druggies make deals in the dark corners.         Blood dripped from the corner of my mouth and I wiped it with my black jacket and jogged into the wealthy neighborhood. I looked every which way and decided to turn left, My chest burned and ached as I slowed down.         "Stop running!" His voice echoes through the neighborhood and I run faster than ever and go straight to a nice lit house. I get to the front iron door and knock blatantly while my legs rock back and forth impatiently  I looked down to my burning arm with peeling skin and blood caused by the gravel by the sidewalk. I bit my lip as I held my arm by my wrist. My curly hair stuck to my sweaty face "Come on!" I bit my lip nervously as I hear the fast footsteps come closer. "Come on, Come on open the door!" My teeth chatter as the cold wind consumes my body. The door opens slowly and warmth hits me as it opens widely. I look behind me and step in the house quickly. "Hey" positive but there's no way she will make it more than three months. She has thrombophlebitis,it's a blood clot and inflammation and it causes her veins to be very weak. It breaks my heart to have to tell her family this and herself but it's my job, I shouldn't be emotional about something that happens everyday in my life--in the hospital. I breathe heavily while there's a stern knock on the door--that must be the head chief.. Dr.Bronco. I'm right under him but I'm very close to getting his job, not many people have a liking towards him. "Come in" I sit up straight in my chair and twiddle my long thumbs above the desk. Dr. Bronco comes in and stiffly stands in the doorway, eyeing the mess on the floor I previously made from my frustration. "Again huh?" He sucks his teeth while he shuts the door behind him, he picks up the half broken baby blue vase and looks at it closely. "Letting your brothers get to you again?" I've done this numerous times, I can't even count anymore, I usually crash everything down and promise myself to never give my brothers money again and then I replace everything that was on my desk. That's normal..right? "I'm never giving them a dime again" I shake my head hastily and Dr.Broncos raises an amused brow. I roll my eyes as I already know what he's about to say. I get ready to mouth his words before he begins.. "Don't let your brothers destroy you, yes you're family but it doesn't mean you have to dig a hole for yourself" I roll my eyes and he points his skinny long finger at me. "Don't you mouth my words boy, I might've said it in the past but I'm still right. Are you the big brother?" He runs his finger over his bottom crusted lip and licks them. I sigh and look down to avoid his intense glare. "No" I mutter..again. I huff as I know what he's going to say next.. I swear It's like a play with him. He memorizes his own lines. "But you sure act like one, they're supposed to take care of you" I look up at him and his green grass eyes show full concern. I smile lightly and nod "I know,I know" Robyn Three blunts on the table.. Who's going to get them? I don't know.. But I'm sure I'll win this last dominos game, yes dominos, we can't afford to gamble with a real game. I eye the blunts before me and smirk deviously. I know I'm going to win for another time. I place the last block and all the wrecked women gasp as I take the blunt and put it in my pocket. "Nice doing business with you" I smirk playfully and stand up from the iron rusted chair. I leave the raggedy building and walk down the block where there's men on each corner, trying to sell some drugs. While I walk, I evaluate my life and I already know what grade I get, I've done it before. My parents hate me because I'm not successful and tamed like my brother is. Everyone knows my name in all the clubs here in L.A. and I like to drink away the problems that mostly have been created by my 'perfect' wealthy parents. Every step I take on this busted sidewalk, I feel knives digging deep in to my heart. I scrunch up my nose and breathe in deeply to calm myself down. A man with a brown fluffed up jacket walks up to me holding a ziplock bag of cocaine and I pass him up and I hear his poor ways of getting my attention. I turn the corner and watch nice shiny cars pass by. They have easy lives don't they? That's probably the lives my parents are living. They act so perfect and snobby I can't stand it. It's phony The only reason why I have clothes and am breathing is because my brother Brian gives me money every now and then. But I won't ask anymore, I feel like a little kid in a candy store that really wants a chocolate bar. Men always buy me drinks,anyhow.