Even a white rose has a black shadow (Luke Hemmings)

Chapter 1

Author: Hey guys! Thank you so much for reading my story and please, sorry if a have grammar mistakes because I'm from Spain and it's really hard for me to write in english.

-Angela <3

The tears streamed down my face onto the table between my elbows that helped my hands to support my head. The voices in my head reminding me the fight that I had just had with my parents made me cry more. "Australia?" repeated itself again and again. I, a simple teenager from New York living in Australia. Goosebumps ran through my arms while I was trying to get used to the idea. I continue to hear my parents arguing in the kitchen, but the only thing that took me away from my thoughts and their screams was the music that was playing in the background. I rolled my chair away from the table, getting up to put on my headphones and turn on my computer so that the music could tune their voices out. I turned it on quickly and lied down on the bed to listen to my long Spotify playlist. Slowly I was falling asleep, only to wake up hours later, with the computer about to fall out of the bed and my headphones on the pillow. I sat up quickly to catch it just in time. Getting my phone, while drying up my cheeks to get rid of the dried up tears, I send a message to my friends.

'Girls, you're not gonna believe this. My parents are forcing me to finish these last two years of high school in Australia.'

Seconds later, my phone start to ring. I decided to wait a couple minutes before I answered it again. When I finally answered, the tears started falling again, replacing the already dried ones. It was comforting knowing that everyone felt the same thing I did about the news. The frightening news. Having to move because of the goddamn murder of my brother.

I did not hear my parents anymore, so I decide to go out of my room and walk around the huge city I was about to leave. As I open my bedroom's door, I get my jacket and make sure that there's no one in the house before I leave my room. I get my keys, my iPod, and my headphones, I didn't want to talk to anyone at that moment. As I went down the elevator, I looked myself in the mirror, noticing that eleven floors seemed to take longer to go through than usual.

When I finally left the elevator, a strong chest clashed with my face and made me take two steps backward to maintain my balance. A bit stunned by the clash, I look up to apologize, but the words didn't leave my mouth. The boy tilted his head at me and looked at me with concern while his green eyes followed the tears on my face.

Great.

"Keiler?" He put his hands on my shoulders as I looked away.

"Hey, Ben." My voice sounded too muffled, it was noticeable that something had happened, but Ben had been my friend ever since we were three so even if it wasn't noticeable, I couldn't hide anything from him.

"C'mon, let's go for a walk." His hands continued on my shoulders.

"No, I wanna be alone." I looked into his eyes again.

"Don't be an idiot, c'mon." His hands went down to my elbows  and he grabbed me through my sweatshirt, dragging me through the door.

I wanted to be alone, but I also knew that he could help me. I stayed for a long time behind him looking at his short brown hair until he let go of me to open the door of the building and let me go out first.

We started walking through the street up until Central Park, where we sat on a rock. Our rock. We always sat there whenever we didn't have anything to do. It was a bit uncomfortable, but we had already gotten used to it. Our names were carved on one of its' sides. I remember the snowy day that our parents took us to spend the day in the park and we escaped so that we could carve with a  small metal ruler on that huge rock, it was as tall as us three on top of each other; Ben, my brother, and I. Now, it's only as tall as my hip, and my hand reaches the exact spot where our names are engraved as I always feel it and follow the lines to spell out the names.