Unloved

He looks for love in the dark alleyways of Boston. He is a man who cannot find love, for who would love a foul, ugly beast? He walks through the crowded streets- alert. Strangers pass by gawking as if he were a creature, some trembling, others pointing and picking up their speed. He turns around and heads home in the same repetitive mood he was in yesterday. "The same damn routine! The same repetitive lifestyle! Where is the excitement! Where is my reason to live?!" He thought. Just as he gets inside, the rain starts picking up as he dashes in. He slowly stumbles over to his old antique telephone that sits on his table lamp and begins listening to the voice messages.
"James! You better repay your debt or so help me god, you will be running around headless!" cries a man. The voice didn't seem human, almost a growl. James groans as he drags his body away from the faint lamp and sits on the corner of his bed. He slides off his bed and sits motionless on the ground, hands between his knees and eyes full of tears, running his hand through his hair- he sits and waits.

Morning breaks through the windows as James gets up to face his reflection in the mirror. He flinches as he takes a look, "Another mournful day I must live," he thought. Suddenly, a knock from outside his small apartment fills the room. With another groan, he pulls his feet to take him to the door. Hiding his face behind the door, he slowly opens it. "Hey, it's Elizabeth from college, remember me?" a high pitched voice echoed in the halls of the apartment and James begins to grimace.
"Yes, well hi there Liz, it's great seeing you. How's it going?" James managed to groan out.
"Well it'd be easier if you got out from behind that door you know." Elizabeth smiled. James hesitated, and began moving slowly as if with caution and stepped out into the sun. He began to flinch away, but Elizabeth grabbed him by the hand. She seemed a little surprised, but gathered herself together. "My, I heard about- the accident, and you have nothing to worry about. I'm here for you, anytime and anywhere. That scar is something I'll have to get used to sooner or later, you know."
"G-g-get used to? What-" but Elizabeth stopped him.
"You know, you don't think this is the last time we're gonna talk right? You're one lonely man by yourself James. I'm here to save the damsel in distress, you know, come to your rescue. It'll all make sense, I promise." Elizabeth

To Be Continued....