Chapter Four
David
I open my eyes and the first thing I hear is someone crying seriously. I find myself on the floor, confused as hell as to how I got here. Then I feel something wet on my stomach, I look to see what looks like blood. I gasp and when I gasp the people around me look at me.
“Oh my God, he’s alive. He’s alive!” someone says. And why are they acting like I got shot, I haven't been shot. But then when I spot the old lady I remember, she was being robbed and I ran to save her but the robber pointed the gun at me and shot me. Holy shit, I did get shot but I’m still alive. And I don’t feel any pain how.
“Are you alright man?” someone asks and I just stare at him. “Don’t worry the ambulance is on their way.”
“NO!” I say. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” I stand on my feet and I want to make a run for it.
“You just got shot man.”
“I’m fine!” I make a run for it and people tell me to stop and wait for the ambulance but I don’t want to. I run as fast as I can I almost bump into someone but I don’t. People look at me like I’m crazy and of course, they think I’m crazy I have blood all over my shirt. I remove the shirt, which makes me look crazier. I run toward the streets and a car almost hits me but I move away from it. A truck is almost about to hit me but I instinctively jump over the truck, my whole body elevates then I land on my feet.
What the fuck? I need to get out of here. Because there’s more honking and I’m just standing there confused I have to get off here.
I make it out of the road and toward the alleyway I stay there looking at my blood-stained body, there’s not much blood but I try to wipe some off me. Today has been freaky and the day is still young. I don’t understand what is happening to me. I thought that once I showered and had a coffee I’d be free from thinking that I’m mad, but I guess not. I still look mad.
But I’m so confused, how am I still alive, why isn’t there any hole in my chest or stomach right now? How did I jump that high over that truck? Does it correlate to the scratch mark on my back being healed?
“He’s a spoilt brat.”
“Very spoiled.”
“I want to kill that mother fucker.”
“Likewise.”
I look around to see where that conversation is coming from, it feels like the conversation is happening close to me but I see them. Oh, lord am I imagining all this, do I have a sudden case of schizophrenia? I hope not, fuck it I’m not. I have to look for the people having such a discussion.
I leave the alleyway shirtless and I see the people right across the street. A tall brown-skinned man and a white woman talking. They’re wearing a suit and it looks like they’re looking for something or someone. They look rich. But almost everyone in New York looks rich.
Why or rather how can I hear these two speak even when they’re further away from me? I watch them and they stop looking at me when they see me. They think I’m mad, I make a run for it.
I need to get home, I can’t stay here. But wait…
I move over to another alleyway. Knowing I live in the United States someone has already called the cops on me and the cops are ready to look for me and arrest me and take me into custody for scaring the civilians. I look up at the tall building. I don’t know why. But I feel a sudden urge to jump up. And jump from building to building until I get to my apartment.
I want to do it and I’m going to do it.
“Meow.” I flinch when I hear that sound and when I look down, I see a cat coming out of hiding, she’s looking at me. And I smile at her, it’s almost like she’s telling me to jump and I can do it, it feels like she’s speaking to me and we have a psychic connection. But hold on a minute, cats don’t talk this is absurd, I can’t believe I’m about to listen to a cat right now. The cat isn’t speaking. I’m the one who is being crazy.
But then the more I look at the cat, the more I get encouraged by it. The cat’s eyes turn a bright green and it’s almost like I’ve received some kind of strength from it. I look away from the cat and I look up once more. Holy shit, I’m going to do this, I’m going to fucking do this.
I jump up, my grip on the walls is as strong as ever and I land on top of the roof.
“Whoa.” I laugh nervously while I sit on top of that roof. That just happened, I jumped to the roof without the use of any ladder. I don’t understand what the fuck is happening to me but I fucking love it. I feel like spider man right now.
I stand up on my feet and I try to see if I can land safely as I jump from building to building. Who am I kidding? I escaped a large truck that tried to crush me. Of course, I can do this, and it’s almost like that cat gave me a confidence booster.
Fuck I’m going to do it.
I move backwards so I get ready to run and then jump. I know I look crazy but I don’t feel crazy and if I can get to the top with ease then I can jump to the roof with ease as well.
“Alright Ramirez, you can do this,” I say to myself then I make a run for it and I jump and land on my feet. “Fuck yeah!” I hail and I run once again landing on my feet, it continues and continues. I love the thrill as I feel the wind in my hair while I jump. I don’t know what kind of magical bullet hit me but I love it because I feel on top of the world.
This is, dare I say more thrilling and exciting than partying.
I scream in excitement as I jump from one building to the next.
I do this until I get to my apartment. I’m on the ground now, no longer on the roof and I’m about to enter my apartment. But I don’t want to go in, something’s stopping me from going in. It feels like I have unfinished business and I want to do something or see someone. I wait and I think of who I possibly want to see. When the image becomes clear in my head. I furrow my brows.
Why the fuck do I have an undying urge to see Maxwell again? Why do I want to see him so badly?