stranger

Chapter 1

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       
"i never had it easy but now i feel like it was meant to be that way"

   living the life i had where i never got alone time, always was yelled at, branded as the disappointment of the family, and i was never able to feel good about myself. Mom was always a sweet, kind, selfless person to everyone but my dad.in this worlds you arent separated by class or level but if your parents were successful the you had to live the way you were given. The top high people are called 'night stars', or by the rude version 'money takers' He was a brute, disgusting, self-centered asshole who treated her like shit and when it came down to me, I was nothing but a punching bag or a slab of meat for him to tenderize. I got so used to the abuse that I was always ready to drop everything and take every hit. It got even worse after last year because mom died and that was the last straw for him and me.

we started to argue and fight got more violent to where now...i had no other choice to make the pain go away.

  Though it's hard for me to remember back to that day since it was when I was at my lowest, mom had passed and things went downhill when dad started drinking more, home didn't feel safe anymore. feeling like the world was crashing I went to that one bridge named "suicide spot", which gives the vibes based on the name of course.i was really called the bottomless pit, where it was a trench that was deep deep down with a hard bottom that had shallow water and who knoes how many corpses. the only part of the city that wasn't big and bright with lights. I was standing on the railing counting down to my last moments till strong arms wrapped around my waist pulling me down back to the ground and then before I knew it I was engulfed in a warm hard chest. The sudden gesture from the taller stranger made me burst into tears because I never knew how much a hug me when I was in someone's arms, held tight till I felt like I was safe for once in a while. The stranger spoke in a soft toned but raspy voice catching you by surprise with how deep it was.

"It's ok to cry, I know it's hard but I'm here for you"

  the taller, who i assumed was at least a man that held me in his large arms. The hair that I saw from his head seemed nice and slick, like a night star, those are the ones who keep an amazing look to themselves. I sat there for I don't know how long but I stayed in a stranger's arms because I didn't care what would happen next. I just really needed that hug and by the looks of it, the stranger wasn't planning on letting me go till I told them. mom would kill me for hugging a stranger let alone a night star but life isn't the same without her. Everything was quiet and soft at the moment that it felt so unreal for a split second. I wasn't sure if I was dreaming at that moment but it felt all too real. I wondered how someone showed up right when I counted down to 1 and lifted a foot off the railing and then grabbed me. to many damn thoughts ran through my head all at once and I couldn't think but once I heard a loud car pass I realized that I was being carried by the stranger, having the urge to snuggle closer to them for more warmth as I was wrapped in a blanket.

  It was so cold outside and yet I felt comfortable in the arms of the taller one as if the world was at peace that very moment.

  I took a peek at the stranger's face only to be met with dark blue moonlit eyes that somehow started softly back into mine though they'd probably give someone a heart attack. they looked soft and sweet, once again like a night star, i never met one but they are usually not this nice or caring. Yet when I tried to take a better look I was met with a face covering that only left me to imagine what face could match such beautiful eyes. Yet i didn't bother at all i felt tired and just wanted to rest and let my mind clear though in my head i told myself to stay awake, alert, even ask to be put down but right now all i need was to be held.