In Love And Death

Stay With Me Tonight, You Might Enjoy it

Well, this didn't load, but here it goes. This is the first thing I wrote on here. This sucks so don't be mad at me.

I was sitting alone on a street corner. The sky was grey and filled with black clouds, like the pain inside my heart. My hands were shaking as I held them close to my face. Tears crawled down my hopeless face. I had just ran away from home, my parents were fighting again about their divorce and it felt like the yelling was to much to handle, so I ran out, I didn't give a shit if my parents were searching for me or not. I kept replaying what had just happened in that house in my mind.

        My mother and father were shouting across the hall to each other, I was in my room listening to music. I could hear them over it. They were saying..

"I can't believe your idiot daughter got us into this, if you didn't give birth to her I guess we wouldn't even have your bullshit happing," My father yelled.

"Ryan, you're the asshole who got me pregnant in the first place," my mother retorted, "We wouldn't even live together if she wasn't around. Now you are going to take her with you."

"No I'm not Jodie, you're the one who rasied her. You take her!" My dad shouted at her.

I unpluged my earphones and turned off my MP3. I ran downstairs. " Hey, what is going on? Why are you yelling?" I asked them. I had no clue what they were talking about. The two had never mentioned anything about a divorce until today.

"We are getting a divorce," my father said, he shyly smiled at my mom.

"I was going to tell her later," My mom said to him, she cuddled me in her arms. It felt that my heart was gone, I felt dead inside. A tear fell from my eye when she let go. 

My parents went back to fighting, mostly about who was getting what and where I should go. I went upstairs, grabbed my Alkaline Trio bag, packed it with everything I needed, and ran out of the house. I wasn't needed there anymore.

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I kept crying until I heard footsteps around me. I suspected these footsteps were one or both of my parents. I kept my hands in front of my face and said, "What do you want?" I asked the people standing in front of me.

"Dude, what's wrong?" It wasn't my parents. I recognized the low voice though, I didn't remember who it was. I peeked out from my fingers, it was my best friend Quinn, confusion was brought when I realized I forgot what my best friend sounded like.

"Dude seriously, what is wrong?" he asked again, slightly more enthused. He sat down beside me. I lifted my hands away from my face, and turned towards him. He had brown eyes and blonde-brown hair, it dangled down in his eyes, he flipped it away and looked back at me.

"My parents just told me that their getting a divorce," A tear rolled down my cheek. Quinn wiped it away gently.

"You're okay," his voice calmed me. It was pretty soothing actually.

I leaned onto his shoulder, and stared out into the distance, "I don't want to go back there," I told him. I sighed.

"You could stay with me tonight." he said, he was serious about it.

I lifted my head up and looked him in the eye, "You don't have to. Really, I can just go find somewhere else."

"Yeah I have to, you said it yourself. You need a place to stay, stay with me." he seemed happy about the idea.

I shrugged, "Doesn't Bert already live with you?"  I asked.

"Yeah but fuck him, you got anything to bring with you? I mean, you have clothes? You could borrow my mom's stuff," he said.