The outside world

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It was about eight in the evening and I was still Walking, wondering where the Hell i was going to go. There was nowhere. Nobody wanted me anymore. I found a shallow bush and curled up in a bundle, instantly falling asleep, waiting for the light of the morning.
It was now light, and someone was shaking me. It was a boy, about my age with black long hair and a asking Alexandria tee. "Hello? Hello!" He was shouting now, scared.
"My name is Alex."
I opened my eyes properly and looked at his pale vampire like face. He was looking at my scarred arms with his mouth open wide. I sat up and he held my back and helped me out of the claustaphoebic bush. I brushed my fringe out of my eyes and thanked him for helping me. I started walking away but he stopped me.
"I'm assuming that you have nowhere to go, so do you want to come with me? I know I'm a stranger but I can see that you are in danger of other people and yourself. Just please come to my house"
He was pleading for me and I somehow felt sceptical about going with him. He looked kind and trustworthy it was just the idea of my mother coming for me an taking me back home, back to cutting and abuse at school.
He held my hand on the way to his car and helped me put my bag in the boot. I sat in the front and he fastened my seatbelt, making sure I was comfortable and it wasn't too tight or too loose and he asked if I wanted the light on or what radio station I wanted on. After all of those questions we sat in silence all the way to his place. It was quite big and was covered in bright colours. Inside was different though. It was dark and black, just my type of place! He shew me the spare bedroom where I would stay and he made me a cup of tea. At around nine he came into my room and said goodnight to me, have me a hug and left his number on the bedside table, just in case there was an emergency. He asked of I wanted the light on or off and closed the door. I felt truly happy here and I trusted him. I knew that things would get better soon. He just have me that feeling...

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