Your Blue Light Canceled My Red Darkness

~Chapt. 1~

-Zayne's POV-

It's October 25th, with five days left before my birthday. I woke up as I kept thinking about my birthday, combing my brown hair, re-applying my blonde highlights and letting it dry as I finished my daily routine.

"God it's gonna be an annoying week, especially with it being my first day at this new school. I just want to go out and blow off some steam already."

I grab my bag, turn on my phone, connect a pair of earbuds, and put on some music, walking out of my home with a single earbud in, contemplating life as I notice a ginger girl, and an emo-looking taller boy walking along the dirty streets of New York City, heading in the same direction as my new school.

~Time skip~

"This day was fucking horrible!"

My shout had rung out in the busy streets of NYC, making people and students alike glance at me. I walk out of the school, my bag slung over my shoulder, and a pissed look in my blue/grey eyes. Teachers being overly nice like usual, pick-me's wanting some useless attention, and a sudden migraine had come right in the middle of math class. Not as bad as normal, but it was still absolute dogshit in my eyes.

I kick open the door to my house, throwing my bag onto the couch harshly, ignoring my mother questioning me and my brother letting a 'damn' slip from his lips. I slam my door, changing into a tank top with shorts, a jacket tied around my waist if it gets cold, along with bandages around my fists to prevent damage to my knuckles.

"I'm blowing off some steam."

I mutter angrily as I open the door out of my room, rushing out of the house and looking around the large city for a way to blow off steam. God I hate having anger issues.

It had been a couple hours, and it got dark pretty quick. Shit, I'm lost. I quickly glance around the unfamiliar alleyways, trying to find something, anything that looked familiar and pointed the way home. I hadn't heard the rustle behind me.

Suddenly I felt a harsh kick to my leg, causing me to quickly turn around as my ass hit the ground with a soft 'thud'.

"The fuck was that for?!" I shout.

A skinny twig of a man walks up to the front of the group, smirking.

"For getting in our territory." He delivers a hard stomp to my knee, to which I let out a yelp.

Fuck, this minecraft skeleton can hit. This'll be fun. I smirk, getting up. "Do your worst, asshat."

He chuckles, snapping his fingers. A few other guys walk around me, circling me like a hawk eying a rat. I stayed alert, quickly glancing around for any sudden moves, then a side of the group opens, and the skeleton guy walks in. I raise my fists, ready for a fight.

Wait, they're all wearing the same jacket. Are they a gang or a cult?- I felt a sudden kick in the stomach. Doesn't hurt too much. I then grabbed the guy's leg, lifting it up and pushing him onto the ground. Some of the other guys making the circle around us tackle me, not letting up with their kicks and punches.

"Hey!"

"Leave the dude alone!"

The ginger girl, accompanied with the taller emo-looking kid steps into the alleyway, the male holding a wooden hockey stick.

(More fighting cause I'm lazy.)

The purple jacket dumbasses run away, with the stick-bug leader swearing that he'll be back. The ginger and the emo turn to me.

"Are you okay?" The ginger looks up at me.

"I'm fine." I reply harshly, crossing my arms. "I was doing great on my own. I didn't need your help."

"Chillax, dude." The emo flashes me a smirk, with his front two teeth missing. He looks like a fucking idiot. "Name's Casey. Casey Jones."

The ginger smiled a bit. "April O' Neil."

I sigh. "Zayne. Zayne Anderson."