Thread: MurderMe.com (AndNich123 and boyo)

Scenery changes in life. From day to day the backdrop may remain the same, but the players, the subtle props change, and in some cases, even leave. The backdrop of her life was simplistic. It was home, her family, and the diner. Simple and yet complete. The props were interchangeable. Customers, new people that would come into her life, some for just that one moment, passed by her like the rushing waters of a stream, like the buildings and homes they passed in his car. Gabriel was new fixture. He was more than a passing customer or tree though. He would be the last prop she saw. Even though money had not been discussed, he was still pressing forward. The truth of the situation had been spelled out, reminding them both of the weight of the situation, and he had opened his car door, and more, to her. Now they were rushing through the town, heading towards the place he called home. He wasnt afraid. He was something that called to her, capturing her attention. Gabriel was intrigued. The buildings changed the closer to his home they got. From buildings of worn brick and wood with peeling pain,t to more modern, newly constructed ones. Signs with only half of their neon lights able to burn and glow once the night had come upon them all gave way to places that were too upscale for such things. Patches of empty lots with trees and grass growing out of control became well manicured landscapes of trimmed trees and beautiful flowers. Neighborhood children out playing various games were replaced by children walking alongside their parents looking like miniature adults trapped in childrens bodies. One thing she noticed about them was how sad they looked. These children were dressed in the finest clothes, and yet it was in their faces, their eyes. They looked.trapped. Suddenly everything Gabriel had said about his life made perfect sense. These children were him. She looked over at him, wanting to say something, but only smiled before turning her attention back to this new part of town that she had never seen. The gate came into view, and Molly couldnt believe that this was actually leading up to someones home. It looked more like something one would find outside of an asylum. It was designed to keep people inside. In this case, she wondered if it was meant to do the same thing here or to keep them out. After driving up the house, Gabriel parked the car and got out. Molly stared in disbelief at the exquisite home. The door opened, and she moved, reaching for his assistance. Humble? This place? Well I had no idea..that people actually lived like this. She brought her gaze to him. You really can do it. The flowers beckoned to her. Molly moved to them, cupping a flower in her fingers before leaning down to it to inhale. I love the scent of flowers, but I cant stand them for too long. Strong smells give me a headache, and flowers dont make the cut. Its why I dont wear perfume. Yeah I know. Not really important in the grand scheme of things. Gabriel this house is amazing. I would love a tour if you dont mind. Id be afraid to go at it alone. I might get lost, she laughed. Do you live here alone? Standing as close as they were to the house, the sheer size of it nearly swallowed her. Its beautiful. Its like..a dream..being here. Youre so lucky Gabriel. I know I dont know what you went through growing up, but I saw it. On the way here, I saw the children with their parents. That was you. On that one day, at the park, it wasnt you, but every other day, those children were you. They looked trapped, forced to live out the will of their parents. Thats no way for a child to grow up, but Gabriel look at the advantages you had. You had advantages, opportunities not everyone does. Ill bet youve been England. Me? I would love to go, but Ill never get the chance. I have a stupid list of things I want to do, and thats on it. Id like to go to New York and order a hot dog from a street vendor. To see the cityscape at night, lit up, would be amazing, she sighs. Ill never make it, but you? You could go Gabriel. Life is a trade off. We never get everything we want. You had money and opportunities. Me? Ive had everything else. She moved closer to him, so close she could reach out and touch him. So how about that tour? Id love to see the house you grew up in.