CHAPTER I
CHAPTER I - THE HOUSE OF GLASS I open my eyes and it's dark outside. I'm here. I'm in Atlanta. Through the large window I can only see tall, lit-up buildings and the full moon dancing high up in the pitch black sea above me. The Greyhound Bus Station shines before me as I move towards it. Not as bright as the skyscrapers, but close enough. "Terminus!" The driver announces as the bus comes to a halt before the low, ample building. With only my one bag on hand, I step out of the bus and venture out into the city. I scan the outside of the station for an empty taxi that could take me to my new place. I find two parked right by the entrance of the station. Dang, it is colder… I pull the zipper of my anorak jacket all the way up as I walk to the taxi cab. "10 Pryor Street Southeast, please" I instruct as I climb on the backseat. I've never visited my cousin, but I remember the address by heart already. Perhaps because I was so afraid I'd forget it...
