Never had I thought laying down would bring me such agony. Yet there I was. Back against the cold pavement and excruciating pain tearing through my body. I tried not to think too much about my situation for every thought felt as though the knife was tearing through me once more. Ripping at my flesh.
How laughable to be put in such a situation with not a single person in sight. It’s as if I couldn’t find a more convenient place to be stabbed.
Rain had begun to fall. Filling my ears with the sound of water hitting against tin roofs, and trashcans. The weather, a perfect reflection of my emotions. Somewhere in the pattern of the rain rose something else, a crashing and uneasy sort of noise. Letting my eyes focus, I saw the outline of a man. Larger set, and round around the middle. In his hands he held a bottle, and judging by his clumsy composure and inability to walk in a straight line, it held more than just apple juice. …show more content…
“What’s the matter, buddy?” Liquor was strong on his breath, and if I hadn’t been in such pain I might have laughed.
Great. I thought. The only person I see happens to be a drunk. How lovely.
I tried to respond. Ask for help, something. But no comprehensible words seemed to be escaping my mouth. After equally mumbled dialogue from the intoxicated man I assumed he would offer no aid. Just as the same as I wished someone would appear, I now wished this drunk of a person would go away.
Once he did it was just me, the alley, and the coat on my back. Thinking of the warmth it brought me, I examined it. Regal purple now dyed red with blood. All integrity it held dispersed.. Where are they now? I asked myself. I was like a king without a crown, a man without his girl, and a Royal without his people. They’re the reason I’m in this
mess.
A groan escaped my lips as more people approached, It was evident that at first, they didn’t quite notice me. Observing them for a moment showed they were a couple. Young, and vibrant. How I longed for Laura then. To feel her hands in mine and see her soft smile.
“He’s hurt. We should help him.” The girl stared down at me with wide eyes. Blood bubbling from my open mouth.
“He’s a Royal is what he is.” He was seeing the jacket and not the helpless boy I truly was. I’m Andy! I wanted to scream as I saw their silhouettes fading in my sight.
Suddenly I no longer wanted to be apart of something bigger. Suddenly I didn’t want to be a Royal.