Cinema

I've always, well for as long as I can remember, been into movies. I
love the whole scene, I love how the movies let me drift, they let me
use my imagination. Nothing else does that for me, it's a gift that the
movies have I guess. I love the cinema. I love its smell, its
atmosphere, the way that the people there all come together on
something, one cause amongst people from all walks of life. It's like,
some kind of gateway. A gateway, to dreams! That's it! I love it there.
It's like a sea of colour on the wall in front of you, just seeing that
huge screen and hearing the surround sound, it's like you're actually
there, you know? I used to go all the time. Any spare time I had I'd be
down there, seeing a film, taking it all in, you know. I guess I got
sucked in, pulled into this other world, and it's great.

Recently, I've been going to see this same film over and over again. I
swear to God it's the best thing I've ever seen. I saw it once and it
took me, and the actress in it is so beautiful. I could just gaze at
her all day, if I ever got to meet her in real life, I don't know what
I'd do! I'd been to see this film about twelve times. I really couldn't
get enough of it. And the people there never judged me, they never
looked at me like I was weird or something, they understood me. They
understand that I love it there, that I love that film. They even set
me out my own seat, away from everyone, so I wouldn't be bothered
during the film. That was cool of them I thought.

This one time I went to the film, they didn't set me out a place. I was
kind of surprised, but I guess they'd been busy or something. So I sat
in the extreme back corner of the cinema, with my popcorn. I waited for
the film to begin, just sitting and sitting. Over time I noticed a
steady stream of people wondering into my film, and finding their
places. There was so many of them, why were they coming today? I'd
never seen these people before, but I didn't like them. They chattered
and squawked and laughed and I hated them. Who did they think they
were? I WAS THERE FOR MY FILM. Why were they there? To talk? Not one of
them sat near me. Stupid fucking morons. I wanted them to just leave
the place. I liked it better when I was on my own, I could concentrate
more. More people came.

I began to panic. I didn't like this, so many people in this place, all
opening their mouths to eat or talk. I wanted to leave, I picked up my
popcorn and began to walk out. I didn't want to go but I had to, my
film would be ruined if I stayed. Then I saw her. A pretty girl sitting
a few rows down. She turned and looked at me, and smiled. She wasn't
talking or eating; she was just sitting. She must have been waiting for
the film, just like me, not like the others. I wiped my forehead,
started to walk towards the girl. I had popcorn, what was I thinking? I
threw it to the floor. She didn't want me to be chewing popcorn all the
way through the film! I got to her row and asked if the seat next to
her was taken. She smiled, and said something. I didn't catch what she
said, her smile dazzled me, pretty white teeth waving from behind
immaculate lips, it was like she was from a film. I sat next to her and
smiled sweetly, I forgot where I was for a minute. We kept exchanging
glances. I felt like my whole head was pumping, my palms were wet so I
rubbed them on my legs. She looked at me in such a way that I thought
she was going to kiss me, but she didn't. She turned away from me and
began talking. I couldn't hear her! What was she saying? She must've
been shy, I tried to tell her she didn't have to hide her face, but she
kept edging away from me. I didn't want her to be shy; this was
exciting for me too! I understood why she would be, I mean, I was a new
face. I just wished she wouldn't be so shy, and give me that smile
again. But she wouldn't. She stood up, so I did too. She turned around
towards me, I thought she was going to say something, but then she
turned away again. She said something about popcorn, then walked past
me. I told her I'd wait for her, then she sped up. I guess she must've
wanted to get out quickly, so she could get back double time! I noticed
the person who was sat at the other side of her walked out too, he
barged into me and said something. I wasn't listening.

The guy ran out quickly, just like the girl had. This was weird, what
was he doing? I decided to make sure she was OK, so I walked out too.
She must've gone into the lobby, so that's where I went. A wall of
people got in my way, I tried so hard to push past them. Over their
heads I could see my girl, and the guy right behind her. I began to get
angry, it ate at me like a hungry rat in my chest, sweat dripped in my
eyes and I wiped it away. My brain swirled, I tried to get faster but
my legs weren't working properly. I tripped and fell, people were
laughing at me. All around me people were pointing harsh fingers, aimed
at me like toy guns. I tried to get up; my arms felt like matchsticks,
my chest knotted. I felt a burning rise from my stomach and out of my
mouth; the floor around me was covered in yellow acid. Everyone backed
away from me; I could finally see the girl clearly.

I rose to my feet, and blinked. I looked at the girl, and swallowed
hard. The guy had hold of her hand. He hid her behind his body and made
her hold on to him. I shouted across the room to her. She seemed too
scared to reply, she ducked her head behind her captor, obviously to
avoid any attacks he might have planned. The room span around me, all
that remained was that he had her. The piece of shit, he was going to
pay for this. He had no right, no right to touch her! SHE WAS MINE.
MINE! I screamed, the guy turned towards me. People were walking away
from me, but didn't care now. I opened my mouth to scream again, but I
couldn't talk. He shouted something back and came walking towards me,
the girl screamed. "Don't go!" she shouted. "Stay away from him!" I
didn't understand. Had he hurt her? That bastard, how dare he? HOW DARE
HE TOUCH HER? I hated him with all my heart. My chest burned, every
step I took was more horrific than the last. All I could hear was her
scream as he hurt her. He had to pay. He'd taken this girl away from
me, no one had ever let me talk to them or sit with them in the cinema.
She was special and he was trying to take that from me. I took three
steps towards a nearby desk before the guy was on me. He pushed me and
shouted, every word raining saliva on my face. I flailed, my arms felt
like they were on fire. I was trying to hurt this person, like they'd
hurt me, but he wouldn't stop. He knew I wanted to stop his sordid
game, he knew she'd come to me if I proved myself by beating him. I
felt a bloom of pain on my face, I reeled and fell backwards. I landed
on the desk. The guy was shouting something, telling me to stay away
from him and his wife. What did his wife have to do with anything? I
wondered if she knew about what happened when she wasn't around. Then I
understood; this guy was trying to hurt me because he thought I was
going to tell his wife about what he'd done to the girl! It all
clicked. I couldn't believe all the harm this man had caused. He was
still shouting, still threatening me.

I saw a pen on the desk, and grabbed it. I slowly got to my feet and
looked at the guy. He stared back, shouting and screaming. I walked
towards him, and he raised his fist. I took the pen, and thrust it into
his neck as hard as I could. All his movements stopped. He clawed at
the pen frantically, like a dog with fleas. I laughed at him. I took
the pen out, and did the same again. We both fell to the ground, me on
top of him. His body was rigid; he held his arms up to my face. I
stabbed and punched with the pen until he was limp. People all around
me were screaming; a member of the cinema staff was on the phone. I
walked towards the girl, she screamed at me and hit me over and over
again. I didn't understand; I'd saved her! She ran to the guy and fell
to the floor. People were trying to grab me and hold me, but I lashed
out with the pen and my fist. They stayed away from me after that. She
put her head on his chest. Even in death, he had a hold on her. I knew
she could never really be saved, and that I had to run away, so I ran
out of the doors and kept running.