Writing Wednesday: Prompt 5

Prompt: Tell the story of a scar, whether a physical scar or emotional one.

I turned my car off as rain pattered onto the ground. I was behind an office building that had littler smashed onto the pavement. I put my black hood up and got out. The rain cooling my body as I walked along a sidewalk. The pain near my side was beginning to sting again as I walked behind the buildings. The pain he gave to me.

I jumped when something scattered against the pavement close to the ground and moved into the drains. A muskrat? A cat? I didn’t know for sure. My eyes scanned my surroundings, no one had seen me -other than whatever that thing was. I continued walking, my eyes darting everywhere.

I walked towards a brick wall that enclosed a dumpster. I got out the keys and unlocked the heavy metal door. I tensed as the rusty door squeaked when I pulled forward. I moved into the enclosed space and I was able to lock it from the inside. I put the keys back in my pocket and reached for the handgun at my side -the hoodie was big enough to conceal it. Then I waited, allowing my breath slow. I stood still, watching, waiting, looking at the green metal door about a hundred yards away from me. A dim light hung above it, giving the area a yellow tint. Plastic bags rolled with the wind along the ground, but I didn’t squirm. Now that I was in position there was only one thing on my mind. The door handle moved and I took the gun out of my belt. My eye looking straight at notch in front of my gun pointing at the green metal door. Then there he was, clean cut blond hair and a flawless completion. The look of an angel -for those that didn’t know him. An older man with him watched as the blond man locked the door. Bang! Blood came out the back of his head and fell to the ground. Just as the older man turned to look at me I closed my eyes.

And when I opened them I was back in the driver’s seat of my car.