I Will Buy You a New Life
Chapter 1
Angelina sat quietly at the back of the bus. Not talking, nor wanting to talk to anyone. Her eyes were fixated on the passing scenery. The cool air from outside blew inside the bus as the doors opened allowing passengers on. She pulled her heavy coat tighter around her slim shoulders. Her soft auburn hair blew lightly from the movement of someone brushing past her. Her light green eyes stayed glued to the trees moving swiftly outside. They reminded her of her life. Seen, but not heard. You take in their beauty for a second, then just as quickly as they appeared, they were gone. Never to be thought of again. So much pain she had endured. Sometimes she couldn't comprehend how she had managed through it all. The experience should have made her a stronger person, but instead it made her weak. It made her become a hermit. Never leaving her house unless it was to go to work and even there she never talked to anyone. What was the point? They'd just end up hurting her anyway. She had lost all hope and trust in every human alive from the pain she had been dragged through.
"Excuse me? Is anyone sitting her?" She didn't make a move, just shook her head. "Great, thanks. I really needed to sit down. Phew it's been a long day."
She paid little to no attention to the ramblings of the man sitting next to her. She was too caught up in her own thoughts to care about or even listen to other people's problems.
"I don't mean to bother you again, miss, but I couldn't help but notice the sad look on your face. Are you okay?" the man asked.
She prayed God would make him leave her alone. She didn't want to talk to him or anyone else. She just wanted to be alone...or at least she thought she did. She nodded, not bothering to turn her head. Her eyes peering at the works of God outside her window. The bus slowed to a halt and she jumped up, waiting for the man to move so she could get by. He stood and walked off the bus, stopping when he got outside to wait for her. She groaned under the breath when she saw him standing there. He watched as her foot landed on the pavement and began walking swiftly away from the bus. He jogged to catch up with her.
"Ma'am it's apparent that you don't want to talk to me, but there's just something about you...I don't know what it is. Something intriguing to me. I can't just ignore it."
She slowed her pace and turned her head to look at him. Why couldn't he seem to grasp the concept that she didn't want him near her?
"I see you everyday on the bus. I see you staring painfully out the window and I often find myself wondering what could have possibly happened to this beautiful woman to make her so sad and so detached from the world. I can't seem to fathom a reasonable concept as to why you never seem to talk. Why you don't seem to have friends. And why you don't seem to recognize the beauty in yourself that I notice everyday that I climb those three steps onto the bus."
Angelina dropped her head sadly and stopped walking. She couldn't believe the words coming from this mans mouth. True, she had noticed him before. Noticed what a handsome man he was, but she didn't care. He could be the sexiest man in the world and it still wouldn't make her look twice. She was cursed with bad luck in love. Bad luck with men. With life. With trust. With just about everything. She was scared. Maybe even a little to scared of any type of relationship. Whether it be friendship, love, family. Any type. She felt the man's warm hand on the side of her face, causing her to look up.
"Please, just give me a chance," he said and leaned close to her mouth, capturing her lips with his own. She forcefully pushed him away, causing him to stumble back a few steps.
"Look, I don't know who you are and frankly I couldn't care less. You are the biggest waste of flesh I've seen in my life and that little attempt to win my heart a few minutes ago was pathetic. Why don't you run home and rent Titanic, take some notes, then find some blonde plastic fake bimbo and try to use cheesy pickup lines on her about how you think she's some sort of wonderful person because I don't have time to deal with shit from some horny bastard who's just looking to hurt me and laugh about it."She turned on her heal, pulling her jacket tighter around her body as she stormed off down the street.
"Hey!" he yelled, jogging to catch up with her again. She rolled her eyes and turned around, stopping her journey home.
"Look, in case you missed that whole 5 minute speech I just delivered about how I don't want to hear your shit, allow me to repeat it. I don't--"
"Jesus, would you shut up." Her jaw hit the floor. "Excuse me for being rude, but since when is it such a crime to find someone captivating? Last time I checked that was completely legal in America. I'm sorry about whatever it is that you're always pissed off about, but that had nothing to do with me." He paused, taking a deep breath. "All I want is a chance."
"Then go buy a fucking lotto ticket, prick," she spat, then turned and walked the rest of the way to her apartment. He watched her scurry down the road, not bothering to chase after her. He'd see her again in a couple days. He didn't know why he felt the way he did about someone whose name was even a mystery to him, but there was just something about her that made him determined to make her understand that he would never do anything to hurt her. That all people weren't as horrible as whoever it was who had hurt her so deeply in the past.
She turned the corner onto her street, not looking back or forward, just looking down. She couldn't believe what had just happened, and frankly, she was pissed about it. How in the world could that man just expect her to fall to her knees before him and praise him? She didn't even know his name! Not that she wanted to know it anyway. She rolled her eyes and unlocked her front door, pushing it open and walking inside. She peeled off her heavy jacket and hung it over the back of the recliner in the living room as she passed by. She walked to the counter and looked at the answering machine. No messages. Not that she expected there to be any. She didn't even know why she had the damn thing. It was a waste of space anyway seeing as she had no family, no friends, no boyfriend. Not that she wanted any of that. She was perfectly content being alone.
"Who am I kidding?" she said to herself. Her dog -a tiny, harmless Jack Russell Terrier named Killer- walked into the room then. She looked down at him and smiled, then sat on the ground. The small dog walked to her. She cuddled him in her arms. "Hey Killer. How's my baby?" she said, running her fingers over the soft fur of the animal. "How was your day?" Killer barked. "Yeah, mine sucked too. This guy, he...well he tried to pick me up when we got off the bus. Can you believe that?" She paused and looked down at the face of her dog looking back up at her. "Animals can sense attraction, too, huh? Well, I'll admit, Killer, he was attractive, but he stuck his tongue in my mouth thinking that it would spark some flame inside of me and I'd fall desperately in love with him or something. I don't know." Her dog licked the back of her hand. "I'm just not ready to go through what we went through before again, are you?" Killer lowered his head. "It makes me sad too. Oh well, I won't have to see him again until Monday, so I have 2 whole days to get over it. I'll bet you're starving. How about some dinner?" Angelina stood up, carrying the small dog in her arms as she made her way to the cabinet that housed the dog food. She lifted his bowl off the floor then filled it to the top. She placed the bowl back down and Killer after it.
She walked into the living room, stretching out her arms and neck as she did. She sat on the window seat and looked out onto the street. Even though the day was almost dead, her street was still very much alive. Little kids riding their bikes up and down the street with friends laughing and enjoying life. She missed being a kid. So carefree. Kids didn't realize just how lucky they were to not have to worry about work, or money, or marriage, or having a family...or pain. She closed her eyes, rubbing her hands down her jeans. Her palms always became sweaty when she thought about it. She stood and walked out of the room, down the hallway, and into the guest bedroom. She looked around. No one had ever even slept in the bed.
'Another pointless waste of space,' she thought. She passed by the bed and grabbed her sketch book and her favorite pencil. She walked back to the window and began to sketch the children outside running around and playing. She had found that drawing and painting helped take her mind off of herself and caused her to focus more on happiness, which made her happy. It let her go into some sort of alternate universe where everything was perfect. Nothing bad ever happened to anyone. Especially not to her. She sat there drawing anything and everything until the sun went down. She looked through her sketch book after closing the shades and sitting on the couch across the room. Killer came running into the room and jumped up onto the couch next to her. She rubbed her nails over his soft fur as she thumbed through the book with her other hand.
"Flowers, children, trees, squirrels. Man, Killer, these are really boring. No story behind them just sort of there. No dimensions. Nothing." She flipped the page again and stopped flipping looking down at it. She had subconsciously drawn the man she met earlier. "Look what I did, Killer. Why did I do that? It is pretty good though." She looked down at it. His head was bent downward so he could look down at the ground. A single tear ran down his face. He was mourning something or someone, she wasn't sure of what. His hands were shoved in his pockets and he wore a baseball hat of some sort. She looked at his face. He was gorgeous. She found herself mesmerized by the drawing. "Jesus, it came out of my own hand. I can't believe it. Look, Killer, look at the shading. How in the hell did I do that?" She stood and walked back to the guest room, setting the sketch book back where it was. She then walked towards the door. She looked back just before she shut off the light. Looked over all the paintings and drawings that flooded the room.
"Dumb of me to even keep them. It's not like they're ever going to be worth a damn thing." She sighed and shut off the light, closing the door.
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