CHAPTER 3

JOE:

I stood in front of my house - wishing May wasn't here.

She's always so happy and always smiling - it makes me feel awkward, so I choose to rather just ignore her like she doesn't exist most of the time, unless physical contact and social interaction are completely and utterly needed.

Like if there was a fire in the house that she didn't know about, then I'd have to speak to her and get her out the house.

But even then, I'd probably just leave her, I mean - who would miss her?

God, what am I saying? When did I become such I horrible person?

There are people who love her - who care for her, how dare I think that? How dare I think I have the right over another's life? She has her brother and... And...?

I've never met her brother - but I'm sure he's annoying and whiny and excited about everything, just like his sister.

What's gotten into me lately?

I just have the worst thoughts about people - and I can't control it. I feel like I'm battling with inner demons, something that angels can't have - well, shouldn't.

I can't go bad - I can't go down that route. I like people. Sometimes. Maybe. Ok, I'm pretty anti-social, but that doesn't mean that I want them to burn or anything... Ok, I may have thought about burning my maths lecturer, but that's normal for humans as well!

... Right?

I shook my head. My life was starting to feel like some horror game, running away from some unseeable force.

First objective: get inside.

I sighed and trudged on inside. Everyday's the same. Century after century - the same daily tasks... The same people.

The same funerals.

Not even in death could I find a difference. They were carbon copies of one another. Would you like to say a few words? They were a great man or woman. They died too soon. They will be dearly missed.

But they never will. Those who knew them will die, and with them - their memory. Few people ever make an impact on history (or, well - the future) and if you think that you will be remembered by social media, you are wrong.

Your memory will die, just like our prehistoric networks. People always know the face, never the soul behind it.

I threw my bag on the bed and opened the curtains.

Our house looked out over the town. I could see everything for miles and miles, but the thing I loved to watch was the park. A child on a swing. A girl reading on a bench. Lovers holding hands. Babies crawling in a sand pit.

I couldn't bear sight. They would all be dead soon. Maybe an accident. An overdose of some kind. The crushing of their soul, or simply the time that they needed to leave their earthly vessel.

I prayed that Nel was back from her trip. I needed a distraction. She knew how to talk about mindless things.

I also needed a game plan on 'How To Avoid MissBitch.' I knew this one was gonna be tough. The chick could walk into a room so quietly that The Council wouldn't know she was there. If you ask me, she's a threat. I don't know why Marissa thought it was wise to bring her here - she'll hear something, say something.

We should just send her back - it's not safe for her here.

There. One.

I try to count all my good thoughts. That way, I can focus more on the positives then the negatives. I needed to keep focus on the light. I can't fall to the dark. I can't leave them - what would they do without me?

Probably cry.

But right now, that wasn't my first priority.

Second objective: find food.

Through the door, down the steps, and into the kitchen, all before I realised MissBitch was there.

Shit. Now I need to make contact.

"Joey! You're here! Too late for lunch though, I'm sorry - May and I ate it all, but don't worry - we had help from Jacob-" She gestured towards the other end of the table.

I stopped breathing. My mind could only comprehend one thing.

Dimples + thick black mane + model jaw + extra sexiness = h.o.l.y fuck.

I kinda just stood there with my mouth opening and closing like a fish. God, what if he thinks I'm a fish?

What?

He was busy shoving huge piles of food into his mouth, but honestly - he looked like the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. And I've seen centuries worth of sexiness.

Then, he looked up.

Well shit.

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Be safe.
~ K