Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2015 2:18:01 GMT
IT'S MORE THAN JUST BAD LUCK
Any decent person wouldn't be out at this hour. Especially not at an abandoned apartment complex. Which is why the odd hustle about the place was eerie. Petty criminals, drug dealers, runaways, and people who were just down on their luck, they were all here. Sure whenever a pair of headlights swiped by, everyone ducked and covered, but this place wasn't exactly the quiet run down building the city wanted you to think it was. During the day, sure, you wouldn't imagine anything happened here. But when the sun went down. It was the center of degenerate behavior for this city.
Being that it was summer, there were few people here. The warmer weather meant that people didn't need to seek shelter in these dilapidated apartments. During colder months, you could find people in almost every single one. Looking for a place to curl up that wasn't as cold as it was outside. But during the summer, this was just a place for people to get high without the cops seeing them on a street corner.
Creaking floorboards gave way under his feet as Levi walked through the hallways. During the winter her couldn't stand to be here. So many people sad, afraid, hurting. It was too much for him. It drove him out into the cold. Luckily, the druggies that hung out here during the summer weren't exactly in pain. They felt nothing in particular, not that he could detect anyway. When they came out it, that sucked. It was sickening and their aches and pains they had been trying to forget were coming back to them. There weren't that many people here though, so it shouldn't be too bad in the morning. Even so, Levi found an apartment furthest from anyone else.
Squatting wasn't exactly his preferred method for finding a place to stay the night, but shelters and churches were always filled with people so deep in depression it was hard to handle. Sure he could handle one persons depression, even two or three he could deal with without being overwhelmed. But more then that and he was a mess. He couldn't block it out at that point. It was just too much. Their pain. It weighed on him. There was an old chair in one corner, and he sat in it, letting out a deep sigh as his pale eyes traced the cracking paint lines on the ceiling.
He remembered a story, something his father had told him once when he was little. He couldn't remember what his voice sounded like or hardly what he looked like anymore, but this story stuck out in his mind. He had told Levi about a greek god. A titan. One of the greatest of the greats. Stronger and smarter then any mortal could ever hope to be. But then there was a war and this titan had ended up on the losing side. All of his friends and family were sent to prison, but he had a different punishment. He was tasked with holding up the sky so it wouldn't fall and crush the earth. To Levi, that seemed like a massive responsibility, why make it a punishment? Saving the world seemed like an important and heroic job. His father had just laughed. "Because of the pain." He had said. "Because it hurts to have the whole world on your shoulders. And he could never let go, not even for a moment. Because then there would be no world to hold."
Pain flood Levi's mind just as he was beginning to nod off. He jumped, looking around. Where? Where was it coming from? The young man stumbled out into the hall, leaning against the wall and grabbing his head and chest. Wait. He had felt this before. The teenager pushed through the pain and leapt up the stairs, crashing through a door on the third floor and dropping to his knees just as the pain left him. A woman. One who looked like she could hardly be thirty, laid before him. And he watched as her last breath left her. Overdose.
Levi sighed and rocked back, leaning against the wall. Head rested back and his blue eyes began studying the cracks in this ceiling. He had been too late. It always seemed like he was just one moment too late. But still. His eyes turned back to the woman and he stood, using the wall for support. The young man walked out of the apartment and down the stairs, back out onto the street. Perhaps he should just find somewhere in the woods as far away from people as he can get. It would be better than this.
Being that it was summer, there were few people here. The warmer weather meant that people didn't need to seek shelter in these dilapidated apartments. During colder months, you could find people in almost every single one. Looking for a place to curl up that wasn't as cold as it was outside. But during the summer, this was just a place for people to get high without the cops seeing them on a street corner.
Creaking floorboards gave way under his feet as Levi walked through the hallways. During the winter her couldn't stand to be here. So many people sad, afraid, hurting. It was too much for him. It drove him out into the cold. Luckily, the druggies that hung out here during the summer weren't exactly in pain. They felt nothing in particular, not that he could detect anyway. When they came out it, that sucked. It was sickening and their aches and pains they had been trying to forget were coming back to them. There weren't that many people here though, so it shouldn't be too bad in the morning. Even so, Levi found an apartment furthest from anyone else.
Squatting wasn't exactly his preferred method for finding a place to stay the night, but shelters and churches were always filled with people so deep in depression it was hard to handle. Sure he could handle one persons depression, even two or three he could deal with without being overwhelmed. But more then that and he was a mess. He couldn't block it out at that point. It was just too much. Their pain. It weighed on him. There was an old chair in one corner, and he sat in it, letting out a deep sigh as his pale eyes traced the cracking paint lines on the ceiling.
He remembered a story, something his father had told him once when he was little. He couldn't remember what his voice sounded like or hardly what he looked like anymore, but this story stuck out in his mind. He had told Levi about a greek god. A titan. One of the greatest of the greats. Stronger and smarter then any mortal could ever hope to be. But then there was a war and this titan had ended up on the losing side. All of his friends and family were sent to prison, but he had a different punishment. He was tasked with holding up the sky so it wouldn't fall and crush the earth. To Levi, that seemed like a massive responsibility, why make it a punishment? Saving the world seemed like an important and heroic job. His father had just laughed. "Because of the pain." He had said. "Because it hurts to have the whole world on your shoulders. And he could never let go, not even for a moment. Because then there would be no world to hold."
Pain flood Levi's mind just as he was beginning to nod off. He jumped, looking around. Where? Where was it coming from? The young man stumbled out into the hall, leaning against the wall and grabbing his head and chest. Wait. He had felt this before. The teenager pushed through the pain and leapt up the stairs, crashing through a door on the third floor and dropping to his knees just as the pain left him. A woman. One who looked like she could hardly be thirty, laid before him. And he watched as her last breath left her. Overdose.
Levi sighed and rocked back, leaning against the wall. Head rested back and his blue eyes began studying the cracks in this ceiling. He had been too late. It always seemed like he was just one moment too late. But still. His eyes turned back to the woman and he stood, using the wall for support. The young man walked out of the apartment and down the stairs, back out onto the street. Perhaps he should just find somewhere in the woods as far away from people as he can get. It would be better than this.
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