Before I Fall

chapter-1

days would go by and I wanted to give up hope . . . I knew no one was looking for me . . . . . I'm sure they couldn't care less about my predicament. but I just thought that maybe . . . . someone would come and try to find me. I've been gone for three days now and still nothing has happened and no pictures of a lost girl have shown up with my name in it.

running away was one of the hardest things I've ever tried to do . . . but it wasn't really running away, because there was nothing there to run away from. I took my younger sister and brother with me. I had no choice . . .  they couldn't say there with abusive parents who drink and couldn't care less about their kids. I couldn't just leave them there.

maybe I was stupid for running away with no where to go and two 10 year olds on my hands and no money in my pocket, maybe I am being stupid, thinking I can take care of them and myself . . . . maybe.

I let my little brother Jake burry his head on my shoulder, and I let my little sister Rosie cuddle up on my lap. we laid on the cement ground next to a dumpster and tried our best to sleep.

******Morning

I wake up with a stiff neck and two little kids nudging me to get up. I sigh and rub the fatigue from my eyes, and try to breathe in a steady breath.

both of the kids stare at me with faces that are sad and scared. I wonder what happened last night.

"what's wrong guys?" I ask, sitting up straighter, and they point beside me, and I slowly turn my head to see a tall boy, about my age (17) staring down at me, and I jump.

"GAH!" I scream and scoot away from his dirty black converse. my heart is ponding in my chest and my eyes are still glazed over from my rough sleeping.

"Sorry . . . didn't mean to scare you." he apologizes. I look up and actually LOOK at him. his jet black hair that's emo-cut and his silver snakebites and he's wearing black skinny jeans and, a black BVB shirt and a black beanie.

my heart slows down a bit at the sight of him . . . he seems . . . . friendly, I guess.

"Can I help you?" I ask standing up, and he's still a few inches taller then me.

"well . . . . I'm very sorry to say this but . . . . this is my dad's restaurant and he saw you and demanded me to--"

"We'll be on our way then." I interrupt rolling my eyes at him, and taking Rosie and Jake's hand, and I walk past the emo guy who rudely asked me to leave.

how was I bothering him in the first place?! I was sleeping next to a dumpster, minding my own business, not hurting a fly.

it's not like I was digging through their trash or something . . . which reminds me . . . . I'm hungry.

as if on cue my stomach growls.

"Hey wait!" the boy calls out to me. I stop in my tracks and turn around slightly.

"What?" I ask rudely.

"Umm . .. if you need a place to wash up, and get a bite to eat--"

"I'm not your charity case, I don't need you feeling sorry for me." I say, even though I would love to except I don't want to give in too easily besides I don't even know who this guy is.

"I wasn't meaning to offend you, I just wanted to help out . . . c'mon you've two little kids with you and you all look malnourished." he says softly string into my eyes with his bright blue ones, and I look away, feeling my cheeks turn red.

"Didn't your dad ever teach you to not talk to strangers?" I ask rudely, my anger and frustration getting the best of me.

"Yes, but he also taught me, if someone's in need, you help them." I smile at that, and he smiles back, and I look away quickly.

"Fine." I mutter, and Rosie leans into me, she looks faint and restless. I pick her up and Jake reaches for me and I sigh.

"Here, let me." the boy says and scoops up Jake and Jake slumps into the boys arms without objection.

tears begin to fill my eyes, as I follow the boy into the restaurant.