A Mended Heart

Chapter 1: The beginning

It was a sun filled morning. He awoke to the sounds of an alarm blaring, alerting him it was 6am. He ran his hand through his dark brown hair,  soft and silky as he always brushes it before bed. He sat up pulling the blankets off of him and looked at his phone revealing it was February 3rd 2015. He slowly rolled out of bed and stood up. He stood at 5'7, though still hunched, over he walked to his bathroom to proceed to take a shower. He undressed slowly, one article of clothing at a time. He stared at himself in the mirror ,"Jesus I'm a mess" he groaned as he took in his image. Toned abdomen, arms that weren't quite bulky but were defined with muscle from his forearms to his biceps up to his shoulders. Chiseled chest muscles with a small gash across it.  His mocha tan skin tone reflected perfectly in the bright bathroom light. Dark brown eyes that while gorgeous to some he came to know as the eyes of a monster. He looked into those dark eyes and saw nothing but emptiness, anger, and most of all a sense of aloneness. He had to escape the image as he jumped into the shower and quickly washed his body and exited to his room. He got dressed in his signature blue and white checkered button up and a pair of light blue jeans. He never cared much about what people saw when he appeared. Though he was raised to no matter what always "dress to impress" though he preferred "looks that could kill". He put on deodorant and a small bit of his cologne that while he thought it was intoxicating, others thought it was like smelling an angel. He looked at his phone and saw it was 6:55 am he had to get to his bus soon so he ran and made the bus in time though they were having an ID of all bus riders requirement for today.

" Name and ID please?" Asked the middle aged man who was bus monitor.

With a slightly sarcastic grin he pulled out his ID and told the Monitor his name "Enrique Altamirano", and snatched back the plastic that had all his Information on it.