Belleville, New Jersey. Friday, December 2nd 8:30 AM


Beep Beep Beep



I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock going off. I groan, burying my face in a pillow, wanting to disappear. I reach my hand out toward the beside table, trying to locate the damn thing. I find it, and shove it off the table with a crash. I groan again, realizing that I probably just caused it to shatter to a million pieces.
I sit up with the blankets wrapped around my body, not wanting to get up and out of my comfortable bed. I sigh, throwing the covers of me and jumping out of bed, my bare feet meeting the cold floor. I shiver and walk toward the bathroom that connects to my room and/or basement.
I flick on the light, meeting my reflection in the mirror. I gasp, looking away, I can't stand my face.
I look up slowly to find my pale face staring at me, my black mop of hair looks like a tornado hit it and my stomach looks completely fat. I ignore myself and grab my toothbrush, then quickly brush my teeth. I hurry back into my room and dig through my overflowing closer full of comic books and random clothes that I don't feel like cleaning up,
I pull out a pair if black skinnies, a Nirvana shirt, black Converse, then a red and black striped beanie with my Misfits hoodie. I pull on my skinny jeans and slip on my shirt before stepping into my shoes, ignoring the hoodie and beanie. I run up the stairs, taking two steps at time .
When I reach the top, I hear the muffled voices of a Tv. I smile to myself, realizing that my little brother Mikey must already have woken up before I did.
I trudge into the living space to find little Mikey on the couch, cup of coffee in one hand, Tv remote in the other.
"Hey Mikes." I yawn and lean against the doorway that leads from the living space into the kitchen.
Mikey turns around, as if finally noticing I'm there. "Oh hi Gee!" He smiles, "How did you sleep?"
"Good," I smile back, "How's about you?"
He sighs, running a hand through his brown hair "I didn't sleep at all,"
"Oh, sorry Mikes." I say, giving him a sympathetic smile. "Anyway, I wanted to go see if I can get a job at this coffee place down the street."
"Oh," Mikey frowns, "No school again?"
I shake my head. I hadn't gone to school for three weeks and Mikey hadn't gone for four days. "Well I'm gonna head out then."
"Okay." He sighs. I walk over to the couch, lean down and planting a kiss on his head, "Be good."
"Same to you Gee!" He laughs as I walk out of the door after grabbing my jacket and beanie.


Kahwa Coffee Roastingis the name of the place. I walk inside eagerly, trying to get out of the cold New Jersey air. I sigh in relief when I walk in, overwhelmed by the warmth and smell of coffee being made.
I slowly walk up to the counter, meeting a boy that looks my age. He stands quietly behind the counter in the black and navy blue uniform. His outfit is completely colorless until look at his face. He has at least nine peircings and blue electric hair. I read his name tag quickly; Gabriel.
"How can I help you?" Gabriel asks me in a teenage attitude.
"Job opening ." Is all I say. He nods and points to the sign behind him that reads, 'In order to qualify for a job at Kahwa Coffee Roasting, you must call. This prevents the distraction to our workers in the shop'
"Oh." I sigh, "Thanks. Nevermind, I guess I'll buy a coffee then."
I hand Gabriel the money, feeling upset and disappointed as I wait for him to get my coffee. He comes back, moments later, with coffee in hand. I give him the cash, telling him to keep the change, then walk out quietly, taking small sips of my coffee.
I decide to go try and find a drug dealer in an alley or soemthing cause, fuck, I needed some weed. I wandered around a few alleys before I found the most ghetto on in Bellville. It was dark, even in the light if day. It was also extremely damp and infested with rats and bugs. And lots not forget drug dealers.
I smile, finishing my last two sips of coffee. I throw it to the side, technically littering, and go onto my business. Usually, this alley is packed with people, but I can't find a single person. I get a little creeped out when I hear a few garbage cans rattles then something crash, but the dealers here are familiar with me, so they wouldn't shoot or anything.
I walk silently, hood over my head and hands in my pockets, until I reach the almost end of the alley. It's starts to lighten up a little bit and I can see I'm front if me now.
I hear another garbage can fall over, causing me to jump up in
suprise. "Fuck." I mumble, realizing nobody's there. I reach into my pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, sticking the cigarette in my mouth and lighting it.
I take a break, leaning against one wall of the alley, inhaling and exhaling the smoke slowly. It's literally dead in the alley. There's no rats, there's no sign of life whatsoever.
I finish my cigarette and toss it into the ground, stomping on it a little. I go to pull out another when I notice a shadowy figure waking toward me.
"You looking for something?" The figure asks, it's voice deep and raspy. It gets closer and closer until its chest is just inches away from mine.
"Er um eh no." I stutter out. I look up at the figures face, trying to find it, but it's all black. It's hoodie is covering its head and the only thing I can make out of its face is two...red glowing eyes. "I uh should be go-"
"No so fucking fast." It growls, pushing me back against the wall. "Why are you here? Are you one of them?"
I raise an eyebrow, "Who's them?"
"Dont play dumb boy." The figure hisses and rips of its hood, revealing completely black skin. He has like tiny horns on his head reminding me of Darth Maul from Star Wars. I start to shake, wanting to get away, "Let me go!"
"Oh heaven no." It laughs, showing off its yellow pointed teeth. He leans in close to my face, "Now listen, Im going to kill you so slowly that you'll be pleading for to kill-"
The figure is pulled off me, ripping part of my jacket. I watch as it's thrown to the ground. It hisses up at me, as I stare, frozen like a deer in headlights.
My eyes search around, looking for the person who did it. Darth Maul stands back up, looking up at the sky, his eyes scared and furious. Out of nowhere, a person shows up behind him, dragging him back
I stand there, watching the figure being thrown to the ground again. My eyes flicker around the alley, until they land on the mastermind behind it. I watch as a very short boy that looks my age tackles the thing that attacked me. The boy is short and his skin seems to be glowing or sparkling. I watch in horror as he kicks and punches the weird demon thing, knocking it out. He stands up, turning toward me, he has big hazel eyes and black hair that falls perfectly over his eyes.
"Run." He says.
I don't move.
He stares blankly at me, waiting, "I said," He steps back, clenching his fists, "Fucking RUN GERARD!" He punches his fists down, causing his back to arch slightly. Out of nowhere, two black wings come out if his back. Like bird wings, they're huge, they have to be at least ten feet in diameter.
"How do you know my name?" I blurt out.
He smirks, "I know things. Now run."
I nod, my mouth wide open as I back away slowly, keeping an eye on his wings. He smiles at me before he looks up at the sky, then jumps, disappearing into the air.

Notes

So, I'm writing this with @so-long-and-goodnight.

Honestly, I wanna give @so-long-and-goodnight all the credit for this story bc it's her first story, and Im just a nice person.

Haha I completely failed with this chapter it moved kinda fast.
it's short and sweet just like Frankie ❤✖❤

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