731 [UNEDITED]

CHAPTER ONE-

"Single one-way ticket please." She said with her mascara smeared down her face and her eyes drained from life. 

"Where to darlin'?" The ticket seller said as she looked up at the teenager. The teary eyed girl looked at her and chuckled... but he seemed to chuckle without actually smiling. 

"Anywhere... anywhere away from here..." She answered. 

"Not sure I understand kiddo..." 

"Just get me the cheapest, earliest ticket." She said getting impatient. 

"Sure hon'." She said turning round to face her computer. "£80 to Birmingham sound fine?" She asked after a couple minutes of typing and clicking away on the computer. 

"Yeah, fine." She said trying to cover up her tears, despite the fact that her mascara was running down her face like a fountain and there was nothing she could do to hide the fact that she was crying... that she was broken. 

"Right, now... can I see some ID? " She said looking up at her again. 

She sniffed and dug into her back trouser pocket and slid her ID across the counter. 

"Ah... OK, that'll be £80 please. "She said checking the ID. She reached into her back pocket again and brought out a huge wad of money- she stole from Paul... no wait Darryl before she left. She shuffled through the money, constantly wiping the tears from her eyes and lay down a hundred pound note in front of the woman. 

"Alright, love, I'll be right with you. "  

She said picking up the note and waddling off to the back. It was raining outside a proper chucking down. It was cold and miserable, like and explosion of emotion that had been bottled up for a life time. Like all her feelings were eventually too much for to hold in the sky took on some of her pain and just... "Right, well here's your ticket Sweeth'art and your twenty pounds change your bus will be here in 'alf an hour or so, ya? Have a nice on babe." The lady said handing her the ticket ten and change. She kind of forced a smile, but it didn't quite come out right... She hadn't really ever smiled much since well since... you know the concert. She mumbled a "thanks" through her sniffles, and shoved them into her back pocket again. She turned to face the empty, bitter, darkness of the night, flicked her hood up hiding in its shadow, desperately clutching onto her sleeves and buried her hands deep into her pockets. 

The clapping of the rain echoed through the darkness and the sway of the wind whispered through the station. The beating of her feet rippling the puddles and the distant sound of the city muffled through the streets. The voices the constant voices screaming in her ears they ran through her veins- not like blood but like thorns and piercing her mind like a jaggered blade and thoughts flooding her head, pounding and pounding and pounding- it will never end for her... it will never ever end. She sat down on a washed out colour-stripped sheltered bench and pulled out her phone. Her sobbing cried out to all corners of the station and her tears clouding up the picture of Chris she had open on her screen. 

"I'm so sorry" She whispered to him, more tears running down her face than she'd ever like to admit. She whipped away her tears, leaned her head back, sniff the air and let out a big sigh- wishing there was an answer. 

She'd been sitting there for a good forty five minutes when a bus finally arrived. An old dirty white Nation Express with the blinking number 731 pulled up. She reached into her back pocket again and checked the ticket 731, this was her bus. She handed the man the ticket waiting by the bus door and waited for his approval. He tore this end off and impatiently shoved the rest of the ticket into her hands. She sat at the back... alone and stared at his picture again, but this time whispered: