A Mile From Gehanna's Gateway

there. She is rather engulfed in her discussion with a few others, her

n her habit to act roughly. She is one of those who would carele

es as she moves toward me, drawing more unwanted attention to my direct

d nod my head even if I do not really catch what she says, as I feel that it will make her feel dread

le as I stagger to my feet, realizing that Kate

o shove off my comment, "Oh that, I was u

alk toward my room and K

ld me about the

as quickly as I can. I do not know if it is because of Kate's ranting, but I suddenly began to hear clangor t

l my chest slam on a wall, sharp cries ripping from my lips as I feel s

when he walked away with the old Japanese. I thought that I was going to have a time alone without having to

with him," I stutter as I try to hide the disgust that streaks into

on my nape. He whispers into my ears, "How many times will I have to tell you, Allegra, that ther

ll into my head, my legs vibrating as the pain in my head incr

like this whenever I awake on sunny mornings in my room; however, my body feels like it is strapped bet

Katelyn read to me. They tell the tale of how an ill-luck girl wakes up one day to find h

d Japanese's low-pitched voice, my mind running through thoughts of why he is he

s head as I still stare at him wide-eyed. A few seconds ago, I lost it. I was in a reverie maybe, because when realiza

the chair, sitting in it. His back now faces me, and I cannot believe how I am

have a fresh B

only encouragement I need to move, I get up and saunter toward him. He pulls back the

all in greedily. I feel like this meal offered to me by this man is all I need to

me, but at my hands that toyed with the steak knife. I stare down at it to find my long nails slowly brushing along the bla

. "When I met your Father a year back, he seemed so nice... lovi

d man's jaw drop. He may be wondering how my Father's strict training never stopped me from talking back to a person of his st

py my time by simply chopping it as I wait for my pottage to cool off. The old man, howeve

eyes meet. As I see them clearly now, I notice that his irises do not stay in place. It seems like

s and look away

eard or read o

t would be nice to

beit they take the form. They are beasts, thought to be a mythology but actually exist." The Japanese man counts his w

I stare at him through my lashes as I raise

ints to an age-stricken ring on his left index, and as much as I love learning new things, I find the topic utterly vague and unin

never my choice to make. I jus

t." Somehow, I begin to feel that the old man is trying to paint himself as a sa

nd, only driven back to reality when a sharp pain in the tip of my in

t up again. I hear a screech beside me, and I turn to find the Japanese quickly straying from

disgusted him. I have gotten used to that heady ozone-metallic smell, it was something I first found strange; but over the time, I got used to it. H