|Remember Who You Are
Author: Ann Winters PM
Suppose Jeffery from the episode Mama's Boy didn't die in the phone booth? Suppose he was rescued by an innocent young passer by. And now Eugene's out to get the both of them?Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Friendship - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,881 - Updated: 03-15-12 - Published: 03-12-12 - id: 7919359
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Ok, here it is! My first story on ! It's based on Alex Winter's character Jeffery from the episode Mama's Boy from the Equalizer. Please let me know if you like it or not! For some reason, I decided to base the character off of myself. Usually, I hate to do this. Wonder why I did it this time... Anyway, I'm posting this story both on and my old home Quizilla. Let me know what you think! Sorry it's so short. Also, does anyone know the drug dealer's name? I really can't remember! DX
I hummed softly to myself as I quickly walked down the city street. I wasn't in a hurry to get out of the precipitation like the people around me (I always loved rain), it's just that walking slowly isn't my thing. I always have to move fast, do everything quickly and well. There are too many wonderful things to experience and learn; and too little time to do so.
As I walked, I thought about my current situation. I had recently moved from my old home on a farm to live with my Grandparents in the New York suburb. It was great here and I fit right in. I'd made some friends and things were going great.
My only problem was my slight fear of people, which I had acquired from my darling Mother. Don't get me wrong, I love people. I'm just worried about what they are capable of. My Mom has been telling me ever since I was little that everyone in the world is out to kill, rape, or steal from you. I don't believe everyone is out to do that, but I know some are.
Because of this little phobia, I have trust issues. I trust my close friends, and that's about it. When it comes to other people, I just can't help being cautious of them. I'm wary of men especially. I'm always afraid they will try and rape me. So, I always carry around two knives, both of which I stole from my older brother. One is a black switchblade that I always keep in my front jeans pocket. That way, I can pull it out in a hurry if I need to. The other is a Jackal Hibben I keep in my bag. And let me tell you, that is one wicked knife. It would defiantly give me the edge in a fight (Edge, get it? Little knife humor? Oh, never mind).
I fingered my switchblade as I walked down the dark rain-beat street. New York was full of creeps, and I didn't put it past any one of them to try and rape me. Don't get me wrong, I'm a very nice girl. Really. Like I mentioned before, I'm just scared of people. I was startled out of my thoughts when a curly blond haired boy came stumbling out the back door of the building across the street from me. I recognized him as Jeffery Simms, a boy who went to my school. He looked confused as he stumbled across the street, seemingly unable to focus.
"Hey, are you okay?" He looked at me for a moment, confused, as I ran up to him, before he collapsed into my arms, sending us both to the sidewalk.
His eyes were dilated and he was breathing irregularly. And then he stopped breathing all together.