The little trinkets you gave me

Part one, smoke

sit in my one-room apartment in new york, paying 650$ just to live there and I'm thinking about what I could have done better in my teenage years. The smoke from cigarettes and powder scattered around the room I couldn't help myself but wonder
"What if I hadn't met Xander."
I thought I saw Xander get out of the full-sized bed I had. It was just a hallucination, I sat on the floor and look out the window, the room cloudy, and the outside sunshine being fogged up by smoke. A swimmer in the light flashed my eyes, getting my attention. I weakly got up, my legs trembling, and walked over to see what it was. A small stone that was given to me as a teenager by Felix was shimmering, I slowly picked it up, and there was writing on it. My fingers traced the writing, I realized what it said "the lad I met was all broken, the one we made was all patched up into one strong stone" I curled my chaws onto the stone, realizing it was a big stone broken into tiny pieces but glued back together into one big stone.

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"YOU WILL NEVER BE A BOY YOU HEAR ME" my mother howled at me, smashing things on the ground and making a fuss.
" WISH I NEVER MET YOU!" I barked back I threw my arm out and almost smashed an expensive vase my mother bought not even a month ago
"YOU CLUMSY SHIT YOU BETTER PACK A FUCKING BAG BECAUSE YOU ARE GOING TO YOUR LEAVING AND NOT COMING BACK YOU HEAR ME, YOUNG LADY?* she screamed, she put her arm up into a fist to hit me, I stood my ground, I did nothing I stood tall with my chest extended and my legs stood fiercely. My mother grabbed a heavy book and hit me on the head. I fell to the ground crawling to a wall, trembling
"Oh yeah? This is what fear does to a teenage girl. It ruins them." she snarled then she threw the book at me it was a big book, maybe about 500 pages. My face was cut and beaten up.
"Get up. You are nothing but a useless daughter to me. I hope someplace will take you in."
I didn't know what she meant but I sped to the main bathroom we had to get bandaged up. It was loud enough for my mother to hear, I stopped dead in my tracks because I thought I heard footsteps towards the bathroom. I went to lock the door but my mother went past the bathroom. I went back to putting a bandage on my face after 10 minutes I got bandages on my head, face, hands, knees, and some other places that were bleeding. I lost a lot of blood and it looked like a crime scene from a Jeffrey Dahmer case. I quietly went to my room and grabbed a big bag then put some clothes in it, then rummaged through my room to find money, I found at least 70 dollars and 64 cents. I put my money in a small pocket in my bag. I had some clothes, and money and just needed a bottle of water. I crept into the kitchen to get a bottle of water. Once I had gotten a bottle I filled it up with water. The water was tap water so could have been better. I rushed out of the apartment without saying goodbye. The cold December air on my breath was harsh. I only had a light overcoat, black baggy jeans from my father, and a t-shirt with Kansas, cows, and wheat on it. I was grey and bland. The overcoat was beaten up and an ugly black color with a sild inside that kept warmth inside of it and kept the cold out. I had my phone on me and some earbuds so I put those in and put on some calming music.
I walked outside of the apartment building. I would never go back into it. I didn't look back and I tried to find a taxi but most of them had people in them. After about an hour of walking around, I found a bus station. I sat down on the seat next to a few older people. One man was quite old. Looked as if he was in his 50s, maybe 60s. I couldn't quite tell. He had a greek nose with green eyes, his skin was pale and you could see his veins. He was wearing a coat, a pretty green color. I didn't realize I was shaking.
"Young man, are you ok? You shaking you seem really cold. Here. have my coat." the man took off his coat and propped it on my shoulder as I nodded "Won't you be cold? And thank you so much, sir."
"No young one. The next bus stop is my stop. Thank you for thinking about me but that coat was given to me when I was your age. I'm like you, a runaway. 1964 Washinton I woke up on a wee little park bench it was the fall of 64' and there were rich red and orange colors. The tree leaves were falling all over it was about 11:30 when another young man came over to me
"Hey, do you want food?"
"Oh! Well sure I do. I haven't eaten in days."
And then the young man gave me some food and sat next to me. He introduced himself, his name was James, James wath.
"Hello, I'm Robert. I don't really have a last name."
Then he invited me to his house
"Well, you can be apart of the waths! My mum would welcome you in!"
James said. So I accepted that offer, knowing it would be colder towards winter time, so he took me home and we just went to his room "So here is your bed, I'm sorry it isn't much" I was just thankful for what he gave me."
He said, once he paused he went on to say something else
"You know, if you want you can come to stay with me for a while to save up some more money if you need it, also it would be some company."
The old man chuckled the bus pulled up and I nodded and got on the train with the old man, Robert was a kind soul, once we got to his stop I got off with him and we went to his little shop "robs coffee and tea"
"Ah, so you go by rob?"
I asked holding the door open for him to walk in.
"Yes, speaking of which what is your name young man?"
"My name is Ivy"
"No, not that name your name"
"Uhm I don't know what you mean-"
"The name that represents you"
"Oh, my name is Zane."
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Hi! Authors note! This is my first story and I'm still getting better at writing so, if theirs any mistakes don't mind it 😅

Chapter: 1
Words: 1196
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