Wanted (finished)

Memories

I have had lime no reads:) pls read although it's short!!! Love writing !!!!

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Dreaming :

Memories plundered through my over filling head . The first time i met Stephen , his intriguing brown hair and eyes. The warning to stay away from my best friend amber . My refusal to him . His anger. The abuse , the pain , the judgment . The secrets from my family. And up to last saturday night at the party, the mysterious boy. feeling my body will itself to wakeup I opened my eyes.

It was Alex, he didnt look at me . I felt the tap on my shoulder from

Moments ago . It didn't hurt It just was renaming , like there was a rush when his skin touched mine . he placed the breakfast Tray on The small mahogany table next to me . The room was small with grey bumpy walls . There was my bed, the table , and a rocking chair with a few books stacked on top . He walked out with the simple click of a lock .

I looked down at the the Tray, half expecting it to be water. Oh an orange I smiled to myself , much better. I didn't know why but I began to cry. Not silent hot tears , but sobbing gasping cold lifeless tears. I got up and looked around the room trying to find something to hurt myself with . Staring down to the white carpet floor, I spotted at piece if glass. It looked sharp and dangerous. Picking it up I began slicing it through my forearm . I watched the blood trickle out again and again .it was the only pain I could control. I dripped onto my clothes and then to the floor . Then I sat and cried.

Alexs prov

"just give her anything " John said "water will be just fine" . I looked up half dazed trying to think of a conversation "uh yeah" I smiled. Grabbing amd orange for"myself". I began to walk downstairs. "wait" John said " don't talk to her either" yes I told myself . We couldn't work , i thought , she was 2 years younger . I thought we'd be cute, but she was more suitable for mental beat up, stupid storm. John always let him have what he wanted. I continued down the stairs . She was so stunning though , not yours I calmed myself . Walking in I placed the tray down looking away . I could tell she was staring by the fire on the back of my neck . ashamed and scared I walked put careful to lock the door behind me . John and i COULD not get caught . But it wasn't really my choice to be here. John had took me homeless off the street , storm too , but younger . He found me at 11 . 5 years I murmerd to myself . That was long . I learned it just was what he did and if I wanted food and a roof I'd do what I was told . Storm was found at 6 . He'd been here more than half his life. As he got older he began to relize what he'd been doing was illegal and wrong . He'd been beaten and Abused, now he was just as bad as John himself .

I walked down the stairs again as I heard crying . It was Andy laying on the floor surrounded in blood . Racing in I sat down next to her, patting her shoulder. It's ok I whispered. Schoching away she squealed "please don't hurt me" getting up I looked into her face , " I will never hurt you" she didn't look convinced . I promised myself I would not hurt her. Sure I had hurt girls in the past , but that was the old me not the new one . I had changed. I sat comforting her on the wet floor. Then the thoughts seeped through my head she was very hurt .