Broken ✔ Read Count : 140

Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : YoungAdult
Chapter One: September 1955

The humming was about to consume me with madness. 

At first, I had craved being on my feet and moving, and on this particular night, I was carrying groceries back to the Jones' apartment. The weight of the paper bag targeted my wrists. A sickeningly sweet, fruity fragrance danced around me in happy spirits. I floated on the cracked sidewalk like an angel. Fabric brushed against my shins as I progressed closer to my destination. My dark, unruly curls bounced in tight coils and, there was a small smile fixated on my lips. I imagined the look on Louis' face when I show him the ingredients for my famous apple pie. I hoped it would be a good peace offering. It would be great to see him smile once in awhile. I think he'd actually look pretty attractive once he let go. 

I was In the middle of daydreaming when the humming started. It was a reminiscent of a horror movie theme song, melodic and minor. I was too happy to notice at first and too stubborn to let humming interrupt my mood. After all, I was getting by with a smile, a feat most blacks couldn't say. I had reasons to believe Jordan would return to me, and I had a temporary family waiting for me. 

I stopped at the crossroads, stoplights shining in the shadows of the dusk. The midnight hour was lit by a half moon and one streetlight two blocks away. This was when I noticed the humming. It was quiet, almost shy and scared. The voice was unstable and shaky, I drowned it out with my good mood. 

Green illuminated the night ahead of me and I began to walk. The humming followed me. I lessened my steps and shortened my strides. The humming seemed to match my pace. It seemed louder and more confident now. I sensed a pair of eyes drilling into the back of my head. 

Of course you feel that way, it's the 1950s. You're black. I brushed it off. 

I walked normally and yet, the humming persisted. My fear bounced back and forth between being scared for my sanity or safety. My heart beat slowly, but it slammed against my ribs. A popping cleared my ears as they perked up intently. My legs were ready, itching, to bolt, even with a full bag. 









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