The Eye Candy Mans

She's A Runner

"Stupid fridgedy frackening girls, always giggling and squealing about some dumb crap they did at the mall last weekend, like dude, nobody gives a broken boomerang about your fake arse life" I mean, like jeez.

"Um, are you okay?" Stupid mothers always trying to play the get help card.

"Mentally or physically?" I was actually probably not okay but whatever.

"Both" she laughed.

"People are just dumb, you know how people say that if you have a really high IQ then you'll have a harder time dealing with people? I'm pretty sure my IQ's out of the atmosphere" my hands were flailing around and I accidentally wacked one of my fingers on the counter.

"Oh shiz nits, mother gothely god rams that frocking hurt" I yelled clutching onto my throbbing pinky. My mother burst out laughing.

I didn't even notice that my older sister was in the kitchen until she sighed dramatically while texting.

"What" I asked rolling my eyes.

"Gadge is being an asshole to Aimee and now I have to deal with her" she was probably the most annoying sister on the planet, the exact essence of everything that I hate, and I was related to her.

"I thought Mira was Aimee's best friend?" Our mother put up with way to much, exactly the reason I didn't want kids. Snot nosed brats just don't seem appealing to me.

Instead of sticking around to listen to the rest of that waste of time I headed upstairs to my room.

Opening my door the ungodly pink walls of my room just reminded me more of why I hated my sister. My room used to be her room and now our parents wouldn't let me repaint it.

Anger already building up inside of me for like the fifth time that day I grabbed my phone, grabbed my earbuds and pressed play letting the soothing sound of heavy metal drown out my thoughts.

Only today my brain decided that the volume wouldn't go up enough and the anger continued to build. At this point I was clawing at my throat, scratching my shoulders and digging my thumbs into my temples, anything not to scream. After a few minutes I calmed down. My body was shaking and there was blood under my nails.

I paused the music. I grabbed my bag and shoved my computer in it. I threw in my phone charger, money and my switch blades. Taking a deep breath and composing myself I smiled in the mirror, fake it till you make it right.

"Can I go for a walk?" I asked skipping down the stairs and into the living room.

"Yeah sure, be back by ten" my dad was old, already in his fifties and just didn't have the energy to raise us properly, hence the way my sister came out. Being old wasn't exactly the whole reason he didn't want to take care of us, it was more that he always wanted boys and my sister and I were from two different affairs our mother had. But yeah.

Tossing my coat over my shoulder and grabbing my two favourite pairs of shoes I made up my mind. This whole uncontrollable set off by nothing anger was going to do more harm than good to what was left of my life. I wasn't coming back this time. It's not like I haven't run away before, at school the teachers would keep a close eye on me and at home I was supposed to be treated like a flight risk, but then again have you met my family.

The air felt nice and clean despite it being heavily polluted and gross. I was still barefoot and the ground was cold. I took one look back at my house and flipped it off, no turning back.

I put my black converse on and started my aimless walking. I walked for hours before I saw anyone. Two guys in their twenties. They were standing down the street near my favourite street corner smoking something. Walking towards them I reached into the back pocket of my jeans and slid out my favourite switch blade. Trust issues? Nah.

"Hey girly" the tallest guy laughed his voice slurred.

"Whatcha guys on?" I asked.

"Why? You want some?" His friend asked.

"Yeah, and if you got some vodka" they looked so surprised I laughed. This was gonna be fun.

"Got some back at my place" the first guy said smiling again.

"Names first, I can't be caught with strangers" the second guy smirked at that.

"Tyler" the first dude said.

"Wyatt" the second dude chuckled.

"And I'm Dezi, perfect now we're not strangers and I can't get locked up again" the two of them gave me strange looks at that.

"Let's go then" Tyler said slipping his arm around my shoulders.

The walk to his place wasn't as long as I thought it'd be, the two of them lived at a frat house on the nearby university campus. I could see them sharing looks the whole way there. We talked and laughed and it was honestly kind of relaxing, I knew that technically it was wrong or whatever because I was only fourteen but, I only have one life.

I showed them one of my switchblades and they watched me do tricks with it. Walking up to the massive house there was obviously a party going full force inside. You could smell the alcohol the second you got within fifteen feet of the place. The music was loud and there were lights everywhere, people moving around and laughing and swaying to the noise hanging out with strangers and just having a good time.

"You ready Dezi?" Wyatt asked grabbing the door handle. I nodded and we walked in.

"You can put your stuff down in my room" Tyler yelled over the music handing me a cup of something and grabbing my hand.

He pulled me through the crowd and up a short flight of stairs. We walked down an almost empty hallway and stopped in front of the second last door. Tyler pulled out a key and unlocked the door.

His bed was pushed into the far corner of the room and his dresser was on the opposite wall, detailed drawings and paintings covered the walls and the ceiling. The walls were a light grey and his sheets were black.

"How old are you anyways?" And so he finally asked the question.

"Depends, how old are you" I laughed placing my things at the end of his bed and spreading out on it,

"No, actually, I don't want to get into any legal trouble if this goes south" he was serious.

"I'm fourteen, I'm a runaway and I'm not gonna get you into any legal trouble" I just needed this to stay alive.

"Im like nine years older then you, this is super illegal" Tyler said.

"Fine, let's just call it friends then" I needed this to work.

"Okay, you got some place to stay tonight?" He asked sitting down next to me.

"Nope" pushing myself up on my elbows I took a sip of the drink he gave me, definitely vodka.

"Stay in here tonight, you shouldn't be around these types of people" I laid back down this time my head on his lap.

"Come on man, I'll be careful and it's not like this is my first time at a college party" he looked like he was thinking.

"Fine, but stay near me" I nodded and smiled.

Tyler stood up and my head fell off the bed with the rest of me following. Flipping my hair back from my face I noticed someone watching us through a crack in the door.

"Do you know him?" I asked pointing at the creeper.

"I know him, now I'm gonna kill him" I immediately stood up at that and my hand went to my back pocket.

"Who is he?" Tyler looked angry, like my level angry.

"He's my cousin by blood" he said walking over to his dresser.

"Psycho cousin I'm guessing" when I turned back to look at him he was holding and loading a gun.

The smile fell from my face. My breathing stopped, I was shaking and my throat dried up. A cold sweat broke out across my forehead. Tyler wasn't Tyler anymore, he was that guy. A whimper escaped my throat as I stumbled backwards. There was blood all over, covering the floors, on my hands, pouring from my stomach, I was dying. I screamed tears cascading down my face. I was going to die, this was the end.