Staring At the Edge of the World - An Austin Carlile love story

Chapter One - Late night adventures

I took a deep breath before pressing it deep into my skin, deeper than ever before. The blood started running from my thigh, and the smell of blood rose to my nose. Oh the pain. It felt good, but only for a brief moment. The Physical pain was easier to handle than the mental.

The tears ran down my face, as my sobs began getting louder. Good that I lived on my own now, or else my mother would have come crashing into my room, yelling at me for what i was doing. I've been living on my own now for almost a month now, and only just getting used to it. My eyelids started to become heavy, and i drifted of to sleep, still with the blade in my hand.

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I woke by the sound of someone banging their hand on my front door. WTF!? I looked at my alarm: 3:40 am. Who the hell comes banging on my door in the middle of the night!? I hit the covers to my side, and took on a bathrobe. I walked down the hall and opened the door. On my porch stood this tower of a man, covered in tattoos and blood running down his face. Wait! Blood!? He was bleeding from his forehead and the red substance ran down his face dripping down on his shirt. "Heeeeey prettyyy guuuurl" He said. God, he was drunk, again! I took him in his arm, and dragged him to my couch. Sat him down, and went to the kitchen, getting something to clean up his face with.

When i got back to the living room, he had drifted off to sleep. Damn, he's beautiful. NO! Stop thinking that! You know what he did to you! I went over to the couch, and wiped the blood away from his face. Those cheekbones, the rich lips, brown, medium long hair and a perfect set of eyes. This man is going to kill me one day!

I shifted his position, so he laid down. He couldn't even fit in my brown, fluffy couch, due to his height. I tip-toed down the hall, and entered my bedroom. I turned on the light chain, which was running  

all the way round my room; and the light revealed all of my band-posters and my queen-sized bed. Shit! Why do you keep doing this? Now you bed is covered in blood! I changed the covers of my bed and slid under them. I quickly drifted of too sleep.

BANG!!!

I sat up in the bed with a shock. I ran down the hall, only to find my house empty. Just like last time. I thought to myself, as i entered the kitchen. I decided not to eat anything. My gaze found the kitchen clock. Shit! I have to be in work in an hour! Fuck! And the drive is at least twenty minutes long. I grabbed some clothes, not knowing it was my Sleeping With Sirens tank-top, and some shorts. I got dressed, and put on some lite make-up. I grabbed my car-keys, and forgot to lock the door behind me. As I was speeding down the road, I saw my ex walking down the sidewalk. Ha, motherfucker! You deserve it. I thought with a smirk. I'm glad i didn't give in last night. I put my car in park as i reached the local record store. "Hi Tony!" I yelled as i entered the store. "Hey Kate!" He yelled back from the staffroom "Ready for a new day?" He asked "Hell yea! Lets do this" I responded and turned the open-sign. Embrace yourselves, nothing is going to happen. Or was there?

Hi guys!

So this is my first fan-fic, and I'm really excited!! So tell me what you think, and give me suggestions on what you would like to happen!