Prologue
Have you ever felt like you have never belonged? Like you just have the need to get away? That you live an empty shell of a life and you keep trying to get away but fail? That's how I feel, living with my so called parents that are drunk 24/7 and don't give a shit about their one and only child. It's not easy, especially when the one you're suppose to call dad takes out all his anger and frustration on you, while your mom just laughs and say, "Oh you've done it now."
At school you expect to find sanctuary, but it's the opposite. When you're a Goth or an Emo like me, you're going to be the least liked. So yeah, black's the main colour in car, clothes and makeup. You can add dark colours too. At school, they tend to mix up Goths with Emo. All of my clothes are all black. From as long as I could remember, I've always been a loner and never wearing bright colours, it was always black and or purple. At school, being bullied by the non-Goths, especially the "popular group,' even though cliché, it was so expected.
Then he came along and protected me. He was what you called a perky Goth like my friend Kymmi, he always smiled. He was all black and leather even with piercings on his nose and on his eyebrow. He was sweet, kind and considerate that for the first time in forever that made me felt loved. I smiled for the first time in a long, long time. Then I said three words I've never said before, "I love you." He backed away repelled by those words. He left, leaving me to face everyone, everything, with a broken heart.
