Me and my friend Alex are treated badly by our family's , we decided to run away and everything is good we found another friend Nia she is a young girl that we found and we added her to our family of Outlaws. Then something mysterious happens that none of us were expecting....
Hey everybody ,
You know ... I've never really been noticed . For those of you who don't know what that i mean it means that I'm excluded ,unconventional , rebellious ,unwanted ...you get the point. Ever since I remember I was ... Alone .... Nobody ever talked to me people have me weird looks sayin "outlaw" in really low voices like a whisper , well they though I never heard them or that I'm deaf or something but you know... I'm not. So where ever I went , if people ask who I am or if people whisper "who's that?" I'd say right to them ,
" I am the outlaw "
And this is my story
So if your reading this you shouldn't be just stop reading right now..... Wow just stop reading..... Okay whatever sneaky badass .
Right now lets see I can't even keep track ... I'm 18?Yeah I think so.
So about 5 years ago I ran away, you want to know why don't ya sneaky badass? Well here we go
*smash*crash* beer bottles were being thrown towards me , one of the shards of glass cut me above the eyebrow and it hurt like hell.
"Stop it dad! "
"You don't tell me what to do ! get out of my face before I brake you"
I ran out off the room and ran to my mirror... Oh my god... Blood was gushing out of my fore head and it wouldn't stop, I started to cry no child should be treated like this But here I am being treated like ..... I don't even know what. There were scars on my face and arms and my legs but this one was the worst . This very scar would stay there forever. It was about 4 inches across and it was really deep.blood was getting all over my dresser it was beginning to become a pool. It was coming down my face like rain. Red rain .
I ran to the bathroom and grabbed a stack of toilet paper and sat on the floor with the paper against my forehead. This floor was small . Our house was small. It was dingy and dirty and smelled like alcohol .
My dad started getting like this when my mom died. My mom was the same way she acted just like him . Neither of them cared about me at all so when I went to her funeral I didn't cry my dad tried to hug me but I pushed him so he stumbled backwards and ever since then we hated Each other .
There was almost nobody at the funeral . I looked up and I saw a boy in the distance standing by a grave . I walked on the cold grass towards him . He was gently crying and the tears were hiting the grave .
"Are you okay?" He was sadder than me .
"No" he whispered , he was about my age with whispy blond hair.
" my name is T.J what's yours?"
"Alex, and why are you here?" he said slowly gently picking his head up to look at me. He had dark blue eyes mixed with green .
" my mom died and her funeral just ended , you looked lonely over here so I thought you might need some company do you want to sit under the tree ?"
"Sure"he said , we walked to the tree and sat down ," why are you here ?" I asked
" my big brother died , his name was Jonathan "
"I'm really sorry, tell me about him. We're you guys really close?"
