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“Well, let’s hit it, the pawn shop will close at five, so we’ve got a few hours to find something,” I sighed as I pulled on my gloves, but not before giving Jack the finger. He just growled softly at this.
Time to get to work.
Creeper followed after me as I walked through the crowded city street uptown. Lucky folks. Living up here in the better part, thriving, and without a care in the world. I’d lived downtown for the last few years, ever since I got brought over here to the States. Mom and I had had a good life in Australia, but when she died, her sister was named my legal guardian, and I was shipped overseas.
Didn’t take long before I was on my own at barely sixteen. I lived on the streets for a while before getting into the fast food industry, which had helped me get my first shitty little apartment. The work wasn’t amazing, but it was manageable. Not that I’d lie and say I didn’t miss the old way of keeping food in my belly.
Creeper grunted behind me, and I smirked over my shoulder at him.
“What’s up? Don’t like the crowd?” I snickered. I didn’t care that people were looking at me, probably thinking I was crazy and talking to myself.
Maybe I was. But this was me. No point in pretending.
Creeper grunted again, and I rolled my eyes as I focused on the people around me as I carefully slipped through them.
I kept an eye out for the guys in suits, wearing their precious Rolex’s and chatting away on their earpieces.
There, just ahead.
He looked like the perfect hit, talking loudly on his earpiece, not caring about all the people around him as he forced them to move out of his way. How could people be so arrogant? It really dumbfounded me sometimes.
I adjusted my hood, making sure my face was downcast as I walked into his path.
As he bumped into me, I gasped, grabbing his arm to steady myself and grabbing onto his suit with the other.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there,” I said as I quickly moved on.
“Watch where you’re going,” he snapped, but I kept my face down. There was no need to see the distaste in his face. He’d served his purpose.
He muttered something nasty as I continued on, my hands jammed into my pockets.
Creeper just made a soft growling sound of approval as he stepped up beside me. I’d learned what their different sounds roughly meant. He was pleased.
“I know, I’m good,” I smirked at him.
Creeper’s red eyes flashed as he ducked under a low-hanging sign to avoid hitting his horns on it.
“Wish you guys could talk, would make my life less lonely,” I stated as I continued at a brisk pace.
Creeper just grunted in response, and I sighed.
Lonely. Yeah. Guess that was me.
I’d never made friends when I’d moved here. I didn’t want to let anyone in. I had been friendly with some people on the streets, but that was only to serve a purpose.
Friends.
Who needed them anyway.
At the end of the day, people only kept you around while you were useful. As soon as things went wrong, they’d leave you on your ass, turning their backs on you. The few supposed friends I’d made at my various workplaces had proved as such when I’d found myself jobless or struggling to make ends meet.
Now, I took care of myself. Besides, getting close to people wasn’t easy when your life involved monsters. Or insanity, whichever was the right one.
Creeper just made a soft growling sound, like he was content as he walked quickly with me. I was glad he always tagged along. It made me feel slightly safer.
And less lonely.
