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Chapter One: Introductions.
( Ugh do I have to....)
I woke to the sound of branches hitting the window. Slowly opening my eyes to see the dreary weather. Rain, heavy winds, leaves falling to the ground or caught by the wind and taken to far away places. ( I wish I could get carried away by the wind like that). But no such luck, I gotta get up and make me some coffee.
Oh I'm sorry let me introduce myself. The name's Tristan, I just turned 20 on july 20th yep I'm a cancer, but lets just leave the astrology for what it is for now. I'm 5'7, I got blue eyes (seductive ones at that, or so they say) rich brown hair to offset my eyes and cut by a gr8 kinky hairdresser (no wallflower here) I'm lean with muscle in the right places, I definitely like my legs there really defined. And I'm not disappointed by what I got in between them..mans best friend and mine's 8'' thick and uncut. Oh yeah I almost forgot.. I got 2 tribal tattoos with butterflies on my shoulder and my lowerback.
Well to get back to the dawning of this new day. I grabbed some coffee and went about my business around my house tending to my plants and bonsai (yeah I know..it seems lame..but I like to tend..so to speak!) Got in the shower, get dressed and of to work.
I work in hospital as a nurse, I care about people, I wanna make a difference if I can, help them get better you know. Actually I'm still learning to be a nurse, and the longer I'm here I can tell nursing isn't what I thought it is. There's no time for patients, you have to rush all the time, that's not caring for people..it's just going through the motions of the day. And me being somewhat opinionated don't like ''caring'' for people this way. I made the choice to quit in search for greener pastures so to speak, so I made an appointment with the head-nurse and my contact at school to inform them of my decision today at 1300 hours. As the day creeps by it's almost time for my appointment, and it's not one I'm looking forward to. (let's just get trough this day).
1430 hours I'm out on the street walking, headed for home. The conversation was hard and they we're kinda surprised at my decision but said they'd respected it, still it does feel a bit like failure..(damn principals)!
I just kept walking decided not to go home but to keep walking to clear my head, and trying to figure out what to do next. It was getting dark, and the winds we're picking up speed, a storm might be coming up soon and I'm to damned far away from home.
As I thought the first drops are falling from the sky and before I knew it it was pooring. I started running trying to find some place to shelter from the heavy rains and cold wind and finally decided to shelter in a portal of an old building. It seemed to have been abandoned for years, broken windows, cracks in the outer walls, plantlife creeping in and overgrowing the place. But at least for now it would have to do.
I drifted off to sleep as I tried to keep warm, but woke when I felt something pulling at me. My eyes opened and I looked right in the face of a dirty man trying to pick my pockets and what else. I jumped up and took a few steps back. The man rose to his feet and damn was I in trouble. He stood at about 6'3 and was build like a house underneath the ragged clothes. (now how the hell am I supposed to get my ass out off this).
He locked eyes with me and I just froze. Angry eyes trying to see what he could take from me, deciding what to do with me, the rain still pooring down like torrents, the wind crashing in on the both of us.
He jumped at me and when I thought I was gonna go down he was thrown back 10 feet hit the concrete and just layed there..not moving.
By this time my head was hurting like crazy, I had to get out of there!
I started running, first to get away from what happened back there.
I headed for home and kept running until I ran into what felt like a brick wall. I hit the ground and drifted in and out of consciousness.
I heard some voices, yelling it seemed like someone was fighting but I just couldn't open my eyes, my head hurt too much and I just blacked out.
Last thing I remembered was..
< are you okay?...>
<can you hear me?...>
''Lets get him out of here''.
Ok this is my first try for a story, and this is just an introduction and there's more to follow. And definitely more action. Reactions just mail me?! Orakel26@hotmail.com ciao