Slipping out of humanity by April McAuliffe (mobi reader .TXT) 📖

and drank some of his 99 cent coffee. I said nothing at first but kept my eyes on the two TVs behind him. 

 

 

"Can I use your bathroom. It was such a long drive...I'm going to go see my father." I heard myself. "Hes ill." I shrugged and frowned fully. The man twitched his mustache and took another sip of his coffee. "Ya sure. Two halls down on the right." He turned around and went back into his little room where you could hear another TV on. I walked toward the bathroom and as I did I checked every bedroom to see if any were unlocked so I could sneakily sleep there for the night but none were. None were unlocked. Right next to the bathroom was a another door that read Laundry Room. I stopped for a second and looked my clothing. It smelt like smoke and felt stingy beneath my skin. I went through the laundry room instead and found no one there. Just lot of clothes half hanging on coat hangers. I quickly stripped off my hospital paper dress and went through the piles of clothes to find a very short, cropped shirt along with torn old jeans and torn converse shoes along with it.

 

 

A dark staircase was on my left far from the last dryer. I walked over to it and began to go up until the gate up there made me stop in my pace with a lock on it. I sat on the steps and tried to warm myself. As I sat there I began to think of , Henry. Is he even worried about me? "Of course." Said the familiar whisper. Do my friends even care that I'm most wanted right now possibly? Does anyone care whats going to happen to me? I looked at my hand and saw that it was much bigger now that before. It began to slowly now take over my fingers one by one. I closed it slowly and put it on my lap. I curled up against the walled cement and softly cried as much as possible. I lost my phone, my mothers belongings, everything! My mother. What would she think of me if she knew me truly? Deceitful? Impossible?....Monster? The more I though the more I felt myself slipping away into tears. I was homeless and had no where to go to anymore. Come to think of it I never really ever had a home. Ive been a prisoner all my life and the sad part is I just admitted it to myself now. I cried harder and harder and found myself falling asleep on the cold, cemented steps.

 

 

 

Helping the homeless get off the streets

 

 

 

I woke up with an extreme headache and a dry mouth. I rubbed my eyes and brushed off the dirt that stuck to my arms from the dirt on the ground. "Maybe you should go to the bathroom and wash up." Suggested the voice that I have never figured out who it came from. I guess they have a saying for something like that. Is'nt called a conscense? Like the little voice in your head that tells you whats right and whats wrong? I obey the voices request and go out to the door and into the bathroom next door. The bathroom is smaller than I expected. Theres mold growing on the side of the ceiling and the stench of irin is stronger than ever. I twitch my nose and go over to the mirror that had a dozen finger prints on it. I look closely and examine my face. My hairs all frizzy and looks as thought someone just gave me a noogie. My eyes have big black sockets at the bottom of them and..what is this? I put my face more into the mirrors veiw and examine my eyes more closely. An unfamilar purple streak is running along my water line. Its on both eyes. I feel my heart jump and look down at my hand. My entire palm is black. Pitch. Black! I heave in a cry and run out of the bathroom with light tears in my eyes. I walk down to the front where the main office is and again see no one. 

 

 

"Excuse me miss." I turn around and see an old hopeless man that had dirtier clothing on as I did with a cardboard sign reading "Give Peace." I cross my arms snobbly and ask what. "Do you mind loaning an old man a few bucks please. Just enough for something to eat?" His beard looked dirty also and it smelt as though he hadnt showered in weeks. I looked around the driveway and seen people talking amongst others . "I have some money inside but not in my pocket.If you want I can take you and give it to you?" I suggest with a little smile. The old man smiled and got up from the side walk to get his money.

 

 

"Where did you say it was?" The old homeless man said scratching his beard. I smiled wickedly and said without thinking "About that." The old man began to look confused. "Im sorry but Im broke." Before the man could say anything I lunged at him with all force and went for his throat and than began to eat his entire face! Through the gurling and the sticky blood everywhere i actually felt like I was enjoying myself. After an hour or so I let the corpse fall to the ground in the lonely hallway and wiped my face. I know I was supoosed to cry. I know I was supossed to say "Oh my god what have i done?!" but what exactly would that matter? What would that solve exactly? I felt a smile on my face and my eyes getting wider and feeling fuller. I went back to the bathroom and seen a girl with blood all over her face and shirt that wasnt even hers to begin with. She was laughing and looked free. That girl was me! I began to laugh by finally realizing the fact of what truly was happening to me. I was losing my humanity and it felt "Amazing." I said out loud and stared blankly at the mirror. "Melina...what have you done.." The voice sounded sad and broken. I laughed at that too and screamed "I was having fun! Get over yourself!" I smashed the mirror and fell on the floor laughing until tears came to my eyes.

Its all about balance

 

 

 

I laid there and closed my eyes to listen to the faint of driving cars and trees whooshing back and fourth outside. Everything seemed to go numb at the moment. I felt full but still entirely empty. "Your turning in to something your not sweetheart." I open my eyes and blink. I stand up and look all overr the bathroom. "Stop talking to me." I heard myself say and covered my ears as a child would to when he parents continulousey argue. "Please trust me." The whispering got louder and louder the more I heard it each time. If everything is silent it almost sounds as though that voice is screaming directly into my ear. "I trust no one!" I scream. "Than trust ,Manuel, he will help.." The voice eventually dies off and once again I am on my own. I wipe off all the dry blood and wash myself off in one of the filthy shower stalls. I wrap a towel around me as quickly as I can and run out the bathroom door toward the pay phone across the hall. I found two quarters in the bathroom by the sink and dialed the operater.

 

 

Yes operator?... Yes can you please connect me to Manuel Jens?.." I swallow away the big lump of air in my throat and wait. "Hello?" Answered a rough, husky voice. "Yes! Manuel?!" "Who..who is this?" He asked softly and yawned. It sounded as though he just woke up. "Its me, Melina! Look Im sorry for running, okay! I am sorry! Please I need your help!" I feel myself shaking inside as I wait for his answer. "Melina? Oh yes I remember! That brat that dissed me and treated me as monster!" "You are one". I thought to myself and held in the words I actualy wanted to say. "No! I didnt mean that! Im sorry! Please Ill do anything!" I heard a distant sigh on the other side of the line and heard him say "Okay." softly. "Where are you?" I look around at signs and find one that says 21 Avenue Street. Mount Pola. I repeated the words to him and heard him say okay once more and to wait for him there. I hung up then and crawled up into a little ball against the wall so I couldnt hurt anyone else.

Only Exception

 

 

 

After I while I began to feel my palms sweat and my breath making me feel hotter than it already it. "Melina." I bring my head up and stare at ,Manuel. You could tell he didn't want to rescue me. You could tell by the look of his face that he probably had better things to do. Like..picking up girls from the side of the streets in the middle of the dark. I stand up and continue to stare at him. I clench on to my towel and frown at him. "I'm sorry." I whisper. He comes up to me and wraps his arms around me and guides me to his car.

 

 

"Melina, what happened to all your clothes and everything?" I looked at him for a second and almost said "You made my mothers stuff get dirty, I was than in the hospital and had a stupid paper dress on that smelled