Where Angels Fall

I wonder these rainy streets once again just like I always do, I watch as the once before busy people run to take shelter from the downpour, nothing out of the usual just another day in the god forsaken depressing town I call home. ~ ~ Everything here seems grey and I crave for the day when I can finally be able to see and feel what’s beyond this wretched place. I keep walking until a bright yellow hoodie catches my attention when it brushes past me. “Well at least someone here still sees in color” I say to myself I can tell from where I stand that the figure walking away is of a female, she has from what I can tell two big puffs on either side of her head made visible even through her hoodie by the thickness of her curls. She absentmindedly has both her hands in the hoodie pockets with earphones on paying no mind to anything around her except to where she seems to be heading and the song coming from the two buds in her ears. She walks in the rain in a way that someone who did not know better would call calm, but I know it too well it’s a walk of someone who’s got no care what happens to her. But still her colorful hoodie throws me off. I can’t see her face sadly but She’s not running to get out of the rain something I’ve done a few too many times myself; against my better judgment I turn to follow her...and like everyone else she doesn’t even notice me. I walk a few meters behind her for about 10 minutes until she abruptly stops causing me to almost crash into her...I watch her turn and look at the other side of the road, I follow her gaze to find her looking at a little stray dog that shivers from the rain she smiles at the pitiful little creature and continues her trek to her destination. just then she bumps into a pole that I see now she hadn’t noticed and lands butt first on the cold wet pavement. She quickly looks around if anyone saw her and after being satisfied there’s no one around she start gathering her phone and headphones frantically. What an interesting woman I say to myself with a chuckle “Are you okay?” I ask She ignores me of course “Well you’d have to be quicker than that” I say She quickly gets up and continues to walk to her destination with me in-tow I follow behind her a few minutes until she gets into a building that’s on the let’s say not too shabby side of town. I watch her get into an apartment that for some reason feels more empty than the wet rainy streets. She walks to a room I’m assuming is hers. She takes off the hoody leaving her in her wet blue jeans and grey tank top. And for the first time I see her face, her skin is a beautiful golden brown that for some reason makes even this weather a little brighter, her cute little nose stands with a gold nose ring on either side. Her eyes are a deep yet captivating black that matches her black coils that stand on her head glistening from the water droplets. She lets it out of the two puffs and I watch it land on her upper back a bounce I must say is most satisfying to see. She slowly starts to pull her top off and I for some reason can’t look away. I’ve never been a creep who peeps even if sometimes it’s very difficult not to but this woman has my eyes in place. I watch her every move. She pulls the tank and throws it on the chair revealing a black strapless bra. She has a tattoo of a cross, heartbeat, and a heart on her left rib cage. I notice she has a belly piercing too as she unzips her jeans...then realize how this situation would look to a normal person and decide to leave her alone and give her some privacy. I walk to the living area of the apartment as my heart beats so fast I’m left confused. I feel heat rise to my cheeks but remind myself I’ve seen this many times why is this girl any different. I convince myself to leave and learn to mind my own business I get out the door and onto the pavement when just as I get into the street outside I feel that familiar cold breeze I dread so much and halt in my tracks, my smile replaced by worry and disdain. Then I hear metal bars and then a thud. I look around and then notice the bloody body of the girl who’d just had me smiling upstairs is laying lifelessly facedown on the pavement.