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The sound of an air horn broke his zoning out. Simon looked around. Everyone was wearing such colorful clothes, and there were a variety of skin tones and hair colors. Not Simon. The only color on him was his eyes. They were brown, but not the auburn brown or even the dark brown. Simon’s eyes were almost black, and in order to see the actual color in them, you’d have to look really closely, but other than that, the man had no other color on him. His skin was pale and basically like paper, his hair was jet black, and it nearly covered one side of his face, and he wore a pair of black sweatpants and a dark gray jumper.
It looked like he was straight from an old movie, back when they had no color. Simon sure felt like it, too. He glanced down at his phone and stood from where he sat, and grabbed the handle of his suitcase and started to board the cruise. He was going to Hawaii for his sister’s wedding, and for a general get away. Simon had found himself in a darker spot when he got the invitation.. He had considered not going entirely, but after thinking about it, he decided to go. It could be a way to get away from the polluted and dirty streets of California, where homeless people and drug addicts were around every corner and bend.
Simon looked at his ticket and looked at what room he had on the cruise. 182. Great. Simon sighed and shoved his ticket back into his pocket. Simon looked around and saw a deck worker. He paused for a moment, biting the insides of his mouth. He could ask where to go for his room, but he chose he’d find it himself. Simon followed the crowd of people, following them as they all checked into the hostess there. “Hello there! May I please have your ticket?” The woman asked, nearly scaring Simon out of his skin. “Uhm- yeah.” He pulled out his ticket and handed it to the woman, who scanned it, and put it into a pile she had collected. And soon, he was handed his room keys. “Your room is second floor, first hallway on the left! Enjoy your stay!” She said kindly. Simon smiled awkwardly.
He took the key and put it into his pockets before going upstairs. “Upstairs and to the..” Simon paused. “No, second floor.” Simon went up another flight, dragging his stubborn suitcase up the red steps. He got to his floor and saw people exiting a lift. “Oh.” He sighed, dragging his suitcase behind him as he located his room. He put his key into the keyhole and turned it, to which the door unlocked. Simon took the key out of the hole and entered his room, placing the suitcase next to the bed before closing and locking the door once again. He had no intention of doing any of the fun activities that the cruise offered. He was going to Hawaii for about a month or two, and it was for a stupid wedding.
And get away, but mainly the stupid wedding. He didn’t know why he was required to stay for two months, and honestly, it annoyed the hell out of him. Simon sighed and kicked off his shoes by the door, before going to look in the nightstand drawers. He found the usual bible. He remembers the rumor that some people could leave sometimes thousands of dollars in those, but knowing Simon’s luck, he doesn’t even try.
Simon looked through the window overlooking the deep ocean. ‘This is good for me. I need to get away more often..’ Simon tried to think positively. ‘But I hate traveling. I'm starting to have some regrets now.’ it was far too late to go back now, however. They should reach Hawaii within three days hopefully. Simon wanted to sleep all three of those days, but he probably shouldn’t. Simon sighed and laid down on his bed, closing his eyes. “I hate traveling.” He mumbled to himself, before fading into a slumber.
*
He was on an island, alone. It was dark, and the stars and the moon were the only things that gave him light, though minimal. He swore he saw a girl, but the dream ended before he could tell.
When Simon woke, he grumbled at the light blinding him through the window. He wanted to go and close the window, but was far too tired to do so. He yawned and laid there for a moment, staring at the wall next to him. Simon’s eyes began to flutter closed, but the rumbling sound heard from his stomach encouraged him to stay awake. He looked at the time, and it was already 12:30 PM. Simon, begrudgingly, sat up and walked towards his door, which he unlocked and walked out. He navigated towards the dining area, where everyone was probably having Lunch by now, and got himself some food. He sat at a lone table, his fingers tapping and messing with the fork. He had ordered just a plain salad with dressings. It didn’t take much to fill him.
Once the salad arrived, Simon ate slowly, feeding the growling monster clawing at his stomach. Simon quickly finished his salad and left without a word said. He swore at himself mentally for not leaving a tip and for not thanking the waiter. Simon went back to his room, and opened his suitcase to grab a fresh pair of clothes, his shampoo and conditioner, and a towel. He walked to the bathroom, placing his soaps on the shower rack, and hung his clothes and towel on the towel bar. He closed and locked the door-- he could never be too certain--, and turned back to the shower
He grabbed the bottom of his jumper and pulled it off of him, and then took off the t-shirt he had underneath.
He glanced into the mirror, his eyes locking on the pale surgery scars he had across his chest, and gently caressed them with his hands. He tossed his jumper and shirt to the side, and discarded the rest of his clothing and stepped into the shower, closing the curtains once he did. He turned the knob to the left and gasped as shockingly cold water hit his bare back. He shivered, but soon sighed as the water warmed up. Simon quickly and thoroughly cleaned himself and his body.
Once he was done and finished rinsing his hair out, he turned the water off and grabbed the towel. He dried himself and his hair off, before stepping out of the shower. Simon got himself clothed, and unlocked his bathroom door, and left it, taking his dirty and used clothes to his suitcase. He opened his smaller pocket, and grabbed a pack and a small vial. In the small pack was a needle. He hated needles, but he had to take this. He carefully opened the needle, his hands trembling as he did, and then grabbed the small vial and filled the needle with the yellowish liquid.
He lifted his shirt slightly and pressed around his small stomach, before finding where he had to inject it. He took a deep breath and pushed the needle into his skin, wincing at the small pinch and pushed the liquid into his body. Once the needle was empty, he sighed and pulled the needle out gently.
He winced and gently took the tip off of the needle and placed them both into a bag. “There. Now I can… somewhat relax.” He said to himself, closing his suitcase. He laid on his bed and scrolled mindlessly on his phone…