No More Tears

The sound of a police car rushing past me early in the morning woke me up its siren on loud enough to deafen. I sucked in the crisp cold air, pulling my dirty rag closer around myself, attempting to keep warm. After making the sheets and getting my music together, starting to wake up for another painful day, the itching on my scalp started to become killer and i scratched crazily, it hurt incredibly but was still very satisfying to feel my long sharp nails clawing at my red flaky scalp.1

I splashed some cold water i had scooped up from the canal a few days earlier, all over my face and tried to use it to wash the inside of my mouth knowing that even though i did not own a toothbrush i still wanted to try and keep my teeth as clean as possible. After a few minuites of checking my teeth in a shop window i was so in to what i was doing i forgot the big black creature next to me hoping he might be able to get some food today, Danny Dog my gorgous great dane the highlight of my life for 10 years, and he had never once deserted me. I stroked his furry head for a little bit before picking up my guitar and tuning it ready for another day of tiring singing, and hoping to get at least 50 p!2

The Sun started to creep out of the clouds letting me put the filthy rag back under the sheets i had layed out earlier in the morning. Thats when his car pulled up at the side of the road a long sleek black honda, Drum and Bass was blaring out of the window and then ut stopped immediately the engine off. The door opened slowly and a tall man in a long black coat stepped out of it he pushed the door shut pressed a button his keys and the car quickley locked itself. I let out a long slow whistle he turned around, alarmed but when he saw who i was he just looked me up and down and sneered, turning his back and strolling off towards a big fancy looking club, that from what i could see each night, was VERY popular. I narrowed my eyes at him, what a snob! I should smash that stupid honda just to teach him a lesson, but i knew if i did ther ewould be trouble.3

So i stayed sitting on my rag next to danny and started to strum my guitar, singing the lyrics to teardrop, one of the last 5 songs i knew since being... just thinking about it made me want to start welling up, it was all his fault, that stupid boy he probably didnt even know or care what he a disaster he brought on us when he plunged that knife into my mothers chest. All because she wouldn't give him her bloody purse! Ever since i saw those cold icy blue eyes as he ran from our house and saw my mother stone dead on the kitchen floor i wanted to hunt down that boy, i wanted to slowly murder him making each cut i gave him a memory of the pain i had to go throught that day, that month, that year! But i probably didn't even have a hope in hell of finding him he was probably a fully grown man now still killing people for money, disgusting! The only thing i remember was his eyes and the knife sticking out of his trouser pocket as he ran quickley from the house, the knife was shiny sharp silver stained with..blood and the handle a beautiful gold with red jewels glinting in the sun, and I found her white gold ring gone as the forensics team checked her. It was the one dad gave her when they married 4 years before her death when i was 12, the ring was a his family heirloom and had a platnium jewlel on it. No wonder the boy wanted to take it from her he had probably sold it straight away trying to get money for something stupid like drugs or ciggeretes. Bastard! If i EVER looked into those blue eyes again he would no doubt have hell on his hands!