The Break of Dawn

A different type of Belleville

"That's it you're done Frank," my loving mother yelled at me throwing open the door. Wonder what I did this time.
"I can deal with the tattoos, with the piercings, the concerts that seem to last hours at a time even you're concerts and mosh circles or what ever they're called. But this!" She exclaimed thrusting a bag of weed into my face.
"This is where I draw the line. You're going to go live with you're uncle and aunt back in Belleville."

Maybe she saw my face twist into one of disgust because I swear she smirked,before growling at me and throwing the weed onto my bed. Well done mom great parenting, throw your sons weed at him that's a great idea.

Now don't get me wrong I love Belleville I really do I grew up there and it's a part of me and I really miss it. But my aunt and uncle don't live in the Belleville that I'm used to. They stay in an estate that's pretty well off for New Jersey, plus I don't really get on well with them. Who am I kidding they hate my guts, it's quite hilarious actually plus they're convinced I worship satan too. That's always fun to mess with.

"You better be packing," she yelled up at me. I wonder how I'm going to get there. She wouldn't drive me and they wouldn't pick me up so ,I'm assuming, I'm taking a train. Yay fun.

So getting up out of bed I started stuffing clothes into my suitcase and anything else I might need into a rucksack. Before realising that if I went down to the train station in nothing but boxers I would probably get arrested, so I grabbed some black skinny jeans, a jawbreaker top and put on some eyeliner before grabbing my bags and my guitar ,pansy, and heading downstairs.

"You're taking a train to belleville. There's money by the door and please try to stay out of trouble Frank," she sighed looking at me. "You were such a good kid, what happened to you?" She muttered.
"What happened to me? Did you ever think that it's possibly because I've been left alone in our house for weeks on end since I was eight while you went out got smashed and had one night stands? Or that you never paid attention to who I was hanging out with at school or if I even went to school? There's countless other things that you've done to make me a 'bad' kid. So don't fuc.king blame me for everything because I'm done with that now. Have a good life," I snapped slamming the door and heading towards the train station.

I must've looked a sight. My hair was all messed up from tossing and turning and the wind certainly wasn't helping, a suitcase and a bag with band pins and patches that most if these people haven't even heard of oh ,and of course, my guitar.
Yup I look like sh.it.

"Fantastic," I mutter as I pay for my ticket I had $20 left, great. Just what I needed. I put my suitcase on the over head bit, my guitar on the seat beside me and my rucksack at my feet. I took out my phone and earphones putting on misfits American Psycho.

It's about 11 and a half hour from Chicago to Belleville so thank god I had my phone charging over night. I took out my notebook that was specially for songs and tried to come up with some lyrics, that proved a task with other lyrics consuming my thoughts for the time being.

After going through over half of the albums I owned the train stopped at Belleville. I bet that my mom didn't even tell them I'm coming and I'll just be left alone in Belleville until I get jumped and stabbed, left to bleed out.

Or if the 'vampires' get me first. I wonder if they still think there's vampires there? I remember about a year before I left ,I was about 15, and there's was this boy who told me he was a vampire and ,me being me and loving that stuff, believed him. He was pretty cute he was really pale,with piercing blue eyes and black hair that was incredibly soft but greasy sometimes. I wonder if he's still here. I spent the time that was supposed to be spent trying to find my aunt or uncle trying to remember the boys name but by the time my uncle found me I still hadn't remembered it.

"Ah hello there our little trouble maker," my uncle said slapping me on the back causing me to flinch. I hate being touched and that fuc.king hurt.
"Yeah, good to see you too," I muttered picking up pansy and following him to the car while he bragged about how Tommy ,my cousin, had been promoted to captain of basketball team.
"Just because I'm a fuc.king midget"I thought.

I looked around the car and spotted the cross on the mirror.
I guess they still believe that there's vampires then.
"I see the vampire thing's still going around," I said cutting him off and nodding towards the cross.
"Yes the vampire 'thing' is still going around Frank and we'd appreciate it that if when we're explaining it all to you that you listen. We don't want you...messing up," he said looking at me through the mirror.
"Yeah, yeah sure," I muttered staring out the window until we got back to his house.

I still hadn't remembered vampire boys name
Damn.

Hey people. So this is a new fic I started because the other one sucks but I might continue it I don't know yet.
How's this so far? I apologise for the dots between the 'bad' words it's just so it's not put on private.
Feed back is much appreciated, I'll try to update it weekly.
Keep running - Quinn