Part IV...Cross The Road

As she stepped into the light it became apparent that her hair wasn't as dark as I thought. It was a dirty blond with a tattered strip of neon pink falling dead on one side. It seem so out of place...so dirty compared to her immaculate cleanliness. I turned to walk away, to leave this place before that blasted mailman shows up, or the dogs decide they are hungry. As I moved to leave something caught my arm. I turned to see the snag and realized it was her. I also realized all the germs crawling onto my arm, to infect me with horrid disease. I must have turned to look into those green Eyes with shock and fear, but that was what I saw returned to me. She was scarred, she was alone and terrified. She was still touching me! I had to go over my choices...i suppose it would be rude to cut her arm off with my hatchet. It is probably rusty and she'll come down with tetanus or gangrene. I wouldn't wish that on anyone. I mumbled to her, "could you please stop touching me," and she did. She kind of giggled, it was nice to hear a real laugh again. I walk over to the fogged glass widows of the store with her right at my heel. I gazed out over the desolate streets, at coffeehouses and Office Supply stores, outlet malls and saloons, a gun store and a thrift store. . . I knew what i had to do. I walk to the door, with a decisive plan to move through it, when something snagged my arm again. I could feel the germs this time, crawling, oozing..."STOP TOUCHING ME!" I Shouted. She quickly let go and looked up at me with such innocence in her eyes. Her shocking green eyes. I quietly mumbled an apology. She spoke again, her voice seemed to tremble, as if it wasn't strong enough to be heard over the buzzing of the air, " I'm sorry...I...I...Just don't want to be left alone..." I attempted to reassure her I wasn't going to abandoned her, but it was too late, she began to break down and sob. I took this moment to barricade the back door, which I had so smartly, broken to get in. I usualy would be worried about the germs, but with my gloves I'd be fine. I began to pile eveything I could find against the back door; cages, the cash register, bags of food, several turtles, and some random accesories. I walked back over to the sobbing lump on the ground, and told her I was going to abandon her, just for a second. Poor choice of words on my part. She moved as if she was going to grab me again, but I jumped away. "Lock the door After me, and don't open it until I return. I left, and I intended to cross the street.

To Be Continued...