SONG: House of the rising sun by The Animals

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Some days I wish I wasn't alive.

Today turned out to be one of those days.

I pulled the old skirt on my uniform down. The thin fabric continued however to travel its way up my leg. I gripped the coffee pot in my hand tightly while I poured coffee into a man's mug. He didn't seem to acknowledge me. They never did, in a way I'm thankful for that, but it also tares me down on the inside.

That's the problem with living here. It's not what I want. I want to be sitting in the hot sun, I want to be drinking my moms ice tea, I want to smell the hay in the wind. I want to watch the sun go down in the South Dackota sky, turning the sky into a beautiful pink. But I'm stuck pouring coffee into a rude man's mug, I'm stuck wearing a slutty skirt, I'm stuck smelling the decaying smell of a weeks old trash. The people here were rude, pushy, agnorent New Yorkers.

New York did have its moments that seemed to amaze me even threw my negativity. Some people had good hearts even in this rough world. Some restaurants had food that could take your breath away, and if you get far enough out of the city you could see the beautiful stars. The stars that someday would lead me home. But that day just isn't today.

I smiled at the man and turned around. I looked up in time to see the only regular we had walk in. He sat down at his usual seat. It was a two seater table away from most of the others. He was a kind old man. Over the years I have grown to know him very well. His name was Lloyd Samuel. He grew up in Wyoming but moved to NYC almost forty years ago to come live with his wife Janet. She was a teacher. She died seven years ago from a slip in the shower. He had no one. No other family. No kids, siblings, parents. He came in every morning and some days for lunch. I felt connected to him. He was a kind smile in a world full of frowns.

"Good morning. What can I get you today Lloyd, the normal?" I walked up to him not bothering to hand him a menu. He looked up and smiled at me. His motions were slow in his old age. His hands shook and a layer of skin piled above his big brown eyes. He wore a brown vest and kaci pants with a long sleeve red shirt underneath. A rugged grey flap cap hid his long grey locks of hair.

"Yes that's fine, Willow. But bacon instead of sausage." I nodded my head and smiled at him.

"How's the repainting of your house going? I saw it when I passed by work yesterday. It looks good." I said in a cherry voice. I try to talk to him as much as I could in a day. I know what it feels like to be alone. Your just dieing to talk to someone.

He gave me a smile. His expression looked like he was the happiest person on the planet. His expression made my day better. "Oh, thank you Willow. I just finished last night."

I nodded my head at him. I rose the pad of paper in my had and taped it with the pen. "I'll be back to give you your drink in a minute. I'm going to give this to Zane." I tried to copy his expression by putting a smile on my face. But unlike his mine was forced. I enjoyed talking to him, but today felt uneasy. I could just feel it. Something bad was going to happen. I don't know how I knew, but I just do. It's like when you feel someone watching you, or behind you, you can feel it, but you just can't see them.

I walked into the small crowed kitchen. Dirty plates filled the sink, clashing sounds were made, the greese around the kitchen made me feel dirty. I tore off the order and handed it to Zane, the chef. Zane was young. He was the same age as me, nineteen. He worked endlessly just trying to help his parents out. His father was on disability for being shot as a police officer, and his mother was an achocholc. He graduated high school and took the full time job here and another job being the janitor at a local gym. He was handsome but the years of working so hard at a young age made him look wore out and older then he actually was. His blonde hair was a mess, stuck togther with greese, his skin looked pale and his eyes had bags underneath them. He's too young to have to go threw this. Even if he looked miserable and tired he always had a energetic personality, and always had a smile on his face. He was smart, but I know he won't ever make it to a college. His father's hospital bills were to much money, and his mother couldn't keep a steady job.

He took the order form me giving me a charming smile. "Hey Willow, you know you left your name tag here yesterday?" He raised both his eyebrows up while digging into his apran for the metal tag I lost once again. I shook my head at the inconvenience.

"The pin on the back is broken, it falls of all the darn time. Thanks for finding it Zane, I owe you one." His smile brightened and he let out a small light laugh. He handed me the small name tag that held my identity.

"Deal, how about you go out on a date with me Friday night?" He looked down with a knowing redness in his checks. I rolled my eyes at him, I expected the name tag for the problem. The cheep needle on the back was twisted far enough to make it easy as riding a bike to slip away from the blue fabric on my chest.

"Well I would, but I think I've got plans next Friday." I shrugged my shoulders in a sarcastic manner while holding my name tag in my hand.

"Really like what?" This is a game we play often. He would ask me out and I would decline, nether one of us meant anything by it.

"I'm jumping off the Empire State building." He looked up from the order he was in the process of making. He lifted his eyes sparked with amusement.

"Well, im sure that would be fun. But in the mean time table number six is wating." He picked up the plate and shoved it to me along with another plate which was occupied by french toast.

The sweet smell of sugar and whipped cream made its way to my nose, my stomach growled reminding me I haven't eaten anything since last night. Naturally my eyes floated to the tacky clock of a hamburger on the farthest wall from me. My shift ends in a hour.

I walked the food over to the couple who had ordered it. The lady nodded her head thankful, while the man continued to frown at his phone. I walked back to the counter I had set the coffee pot on while I took Lloyds order. The seventies style orange counter looked like it had seen better days. The cream colored walls were stained with dirt and the wallpaper was peeling. The smell of greese and body oder filled the small dinner. Some of the tables wobbled and the side window needed to be cleaned down. Holes the size of fists were in the blue booths and the tables held cigarette holes as people's way to put out their cigarettes.

The coffee pots handle was hot, it warmed me up from the cool air in the room. I walked behind the counter and placed the pot back inside the coffee maker to refill. I ran my hand over my face while listening to the noise. I closed my eyes basking in the reality I was in. This was my silent scream, this was my cry for help that I could never say out loud. This was my crash landing, the last place I ever thought I would end up. The chatter of people poured around me with a cry of a child. The sound of silverware on cheap glass plates made me internally cringe.

I studied the sounds as if I have never heard them before. I pretend as if this was my first day, the day I walked in here full of curiosity. I was scared and on the run, scared of what may come. Now two years later I'm relived that nothing has happened. I'm glad my mother is safe and glad I'm still here at this dinner. However deep down the part of me that holds real life is falling peice by peice.

I opened my eyes and glanced at the old small TV settled in the corner. The volume was turned low so I couldn't here what the blonde woman in the black pant suit was saying. Her face was in a shocked expression and her lips covered in bright red lip stick were rapidly moving. Curiously I pressed my finger onto the dusty volume button and turned it up until her voice was almost like a whisper. The lady stood on the streets while people ran past her running from whatever was going on.

I leaned down low enough to the small speaker in the front of the TV to hear what she was saying. I looked over my shoulder looking to see if any of the other waitresses were watching me, they were all preoccupied with their own problems. I turned my attention back towards the lady who was frantically speaking.

"Police are unsure of what had caused the outbreak, they do not have a clear idea of who or what is causing the distrouction. Police are trying to get close to the fight, however the placement of the two are rapidly changing. Last sighting was ten minutes ago by the Mansion Overview University." The crowd of people grew larger by the second, she was pushed out of the way and stumbled to keep her posture.

I watched as a lady triped and fell a few feet form the News Reporter, she did not waste any time before getting up and rushing out of the way. The News Reporter prest her hand up to her ear and looked down at the ground listening to whatever information the mic peice in her ear was giving her.

The way the people were running I could tell how they were feeling. They were scared but they were not terrified, they were trying to get out of the way not run from something.
Their faces did not show any sign of fright, they were scared but deep down they knew they were safe. It's like when you go on a roller-coaster you know you are safe but your scared and want to get off the machine. Only one person can make people feel like this, Knight.

Knight is the superhero in everyone's dreams. He's strong powerful and he defeats villains without a problem. He protects the people form the villains that wish to hurt them. He makes women shake at their knees and make men wish they were him. He's smart and proud of the powers he owns. Knight wears a dark navy blue suit that hugs his body. Knights face is always covered by a black mask, but his blue eyes can be clearly seen. He has light brown hair, but in some videos of him the way he stands in the light it shows faint strands of strawberry red that's hidden by the light brown. I have never seen him in person, and I don't ever wish to. As good and great him saving people is, it also proves to the world that supernatural creatures do exist, and I believe he should have stayed hidden. He should not flaunt his powers around, he should have hid them from people, I know this first hand. Knight is not the only person in the world with these qualities. Awful people will want to figure out what makes you...you, they will want the powers you hold and they will stop at nothing to get them. Other people will feel at edge knowing people that have powers only in fairy tales really exsit.
Knight took the path I could not have.

"Authorities have just informed me that it's not safe to be on the streets right now, we are going-" The News Reporter started to jog with the rest of the crowd. She stoped talking and crowed down taking her hands over her head to protect herself when a large noise filled the sky.

The small diner shook and tables rattled, the noise was loud enough to even make some plates fall off the tables and crash to the ground. I lost my balance and fell onto the counter. The diner that was seconds ago filled with chatter had stoped to an alarming silence. I gripped the counter that my right arm was holding onto and pushed myself up to the TV.

I looked at the screen and saw that dust had covered the streets and people rushed into street side stores. As I scanned the TV longer I came to a heartbreaking relization, the people were running away from the direction this diner was at. My heart jumped into my throat, I looked at the TV with wide eyes thinking of what to do. I couldn't move as I stared at the screen. It switch from the News Reporter to an old man sitting at a desk, a coffee mug and an untouched stack of papers sat next to him. I could not focus on what he was saying, another large noise rattled the diner. I covered my ears from the loud ringing noise. This time plates on shelves flung off, the coffee pot that I had set down fell and landed next to my feet. The coffee pooled around me, staining my pale blue heels. I could hear the pans and pots clang together in the kitchen, a few screams were let out by people in the diner who were frightened. I took a deep breath after a few seconds the noise had passed. I looked around at the people who were on full alarm and turning their head side to side looking for the cause of the noise, as if it came from somewhere inside the diner.

I swallowed the spit in my mouth that had formed within seconds. I wrapped my fingers into fists and stepped closer to the counter. I set my hands on the counter and reopened them. I pulled myself on the counter, and carfuly set my first foot on the solid fixture. My leg shook as it was uneven and shaky as I applied more weight onto the leg. I lifted my other leg up.

Everyone stoped and looked at me. I tried to find the right words to say but I was left unable to even pronounce a syllable. Their eyes poured into me asking for an anwser, an anwser I could not give them. I was not meant to be in this position, but I knew as well as anyone else that it was not safe for them to be here right now. The noise told me what ever it was, was close to us. The silence was screaming at me to say or do something, it was pulling me up and practically giving me the words to say.

"Everyone I need you to please grab your things and make a line by the back door. Please exit in a... calm manner." I could barely finish what I had to say. In one huge mob people rushed to the kitchen where the back door was at. They all tried to push each other out of the way to be the first out. In the mob I lost sight of Lloyd. Once everyone had left I quickly jumped off the counter. The tension in the air grew incredibly strong. I cought something in the corner of my eye, when my view shifted towards the window I realized something too late.

Glass shattered everywhere. It was as if in slow motion, the glass fell from the air like rain. It skimmed across my skin in thousands of different places. I shut my eyes and spun around falling into the counter. I rose my arms to try and cover my face while bringing my knees up to my chest. The sound of glass breaking caused my ears to ring. Once the glass had all fell I covered my ears to make the ringing stop, but it seemed endless. I crawled behind the counter where I tried to gain control of what was happening. My hands squeezed together as a way to cope with the pain. I bit my lip trying not to make any noise.

I peered around the side of the counter, making sure I was still hidden. The cuts on my body stung, and I was covered in glass. The glass clung to my body and I was careful to not cut myself with the small shards of glass around me. I scanned the room for what I had saw in the window.

My eyes landed on the source within seconds. The moment my eyes landed on it my heart jumped into my thought with fright. Only a few feet from me stood Knight. The man that has been broad casted on the news and known all around the world. It's hard to explain what I was feeling at the moment, I myself know what I can do however it was still terrifying to be this close to him.

The television dose not do justice to what I see in front of me. Every muscle is defined in his dark blue suit he was tall as well , but it's not liked any of this suprised me. He has incredible strength, he could pick up a car as if it was nothing.

Knight was not alone. On the ground in front of him laid a man in a all black suit, much like Knights except on the sleeves were slits of holes all the way up to his neck line. He had blonde wavy hair, and strong facial features. What suprised me the most is he did not look scared, he almost looked like he held a smirk. His green eyes shimmered with enlightenment. This man was diffrent. He was not one of Knights usual enemies, in fact he didn't even look to be that old.

I was startled from my thoughts my a dark voice. "Who are you?" I came to realize that it was Knight speaking to the man. He seemed to almost growl out these words.

"Man, I guess it's just all business with you, no games huh?" The man got up. When he said this a large smirk grew on his face. He took a short step back from Knight and began to circle him. He pulled his left arm over his head streaching it. "You know there was no need to hit me that hard, my arm kind of hurts now?" His smirk did not drop for a second.

Knights eyes seemed to stare deeper at the man as a warning. "I won't ask again." His words were slow, but filled with rage.

"Look there's no need to get antsy-" Before the man could finish what he had to say Knight had grabbed him roughly and threw him across the room into multiple tables and chair. He landed on the ground a few feet beside me with a large thud.

He began to laugh with his eyes close as he bent over on his hands and knees. His back was towards Knight. The laughing did not scare me as much as what I noticed next. On his neck right above his collar bone was a mark. A mark that I have seen before. The mark was tiny and would have gone unoticed, but he was faced in a position where I couldent have missed it. It was like he wanted me to see it, and if it was what I really thought it was he did want me to see it. The mark was of three circles inside of each other. The mark was a scar, a burn mark. My breathing stoped and for the first moment in two years I was truly lost. Not lost as in I was confused but lost as in I didn't know where or what to do. I had reached an end, I could no longer run.

Slowly he turned his head and looked me straight in the eyes. He knew I was here. That's part of what made me shiver. His smile brightened and he didn't take his eyes of me, not for even a second. "Listen, let's just say I'm a messanger." He said this still while looking at me.

I turned away from him shaking and closing my eyes. I pushed myself closer to the counter as if the action would change the situation I am currently in.

"Yeah? So what's the message?" Knights footsteps could be heard coming closer to the two of us. I was still hidden behind the counter and only the messanger could see me.

"I'm sure by now my message has noted." He was right. The message was loud and clear to me. I opend my eyes to see the messanger no longer looking at me but on his back leaning on his elbows. I glanced quickly at Knight to see confusion laced through his uncoverd facial features.

"And that means what?" In one swift move he grabbed onto the messanger and pushed him up against the nearest wall.

The messanger did not looked phased. "Look don't kill the messanger, all I got to do is plant a willow tree." I could feel the confusion coming from Knight. He was faced away from me so I couldn't tell what he was thinking but it wasn't hard to come up with an idea.

The messanger smiled once more and directed his eyes towards me sending a skin crawling wink. With out a second to spare the messanger lifted his legs up to push Knight far enough away that he could pull out a small knife and quickly swing it over his right shoulder. This caused Kight to groan in pain and clutch his shoulder. The messanger took this as a chance to head for the back door.

The messanger was gone. I looked up just in time to see Knight take his hand off his shoulder and look in my direction. I ducked down before he could see me, I knew he was curious because of the messangers actions. I slid down towards the middle of the counter but I knew that wouldn't help. Eventually he would see me once he walked behind the counter. I took a large breath in and mustard-up any courage I may have had.

I grabbed onto the counter slinging myself over the top of it landing on the other side. Like when the glass was falling the moment seemed to stop once again. I ran threw the broken window and down the empty side walks. As I did so I could feel my heels slip from my feet. I know he didn't see me. I know no one inside the street stores saw me either. I know this because I was running to fast for them to comprehend what was happening.

A twenty minute drive to my house, would only take me seconds while running. I could hear every little noise faster and move faster while everything just seemed to slow down for me.

I stoped when I knew I was long gone from the diner and long gone from Knight. When I stoped I let out a sob from what I knew I had to do. The message that the messanger had given me was a simple statment.

They were coming.

They had found me and they were coming. It was a warning telling me to give up, or be ready to fight.

But the problem is I couldn't give in, and I'm not ready to fight.

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