I was walking home from school. I was crying again because of Jessica and her stupid clique. Today they trapped me in the bathroom and made me piss my pants. I hate my life. Why couldn't they just leave me alone? I never did anything to them. And if I did...I don't think I deserve this much.
But it's not like going home was any better. Mom was usually either in her room moaning or drinking. And I usually went straight to my bathroom and pulled out my pocket knife...if felt so much better to bleed than anything else.
But that didn't happen today. A tall man with shaggy, black hair and purple eyes came up in front of me. He was in a plain black t-shirt and skinnies with combat boots. On his face, from the corner of his right lip to his jaw was a scar. I stared at him for a minute then asked, "Can I help you?"
He stared back for a second then smiled. "Can you hold still for a sec?" I looked at him, confused. He reached behind him and pulled out a knife. He saw the look in my eyes as I swung at him and he easily dodged my punch. Next thing I knew, I was out.
Waking up was weird. Some dude was sitting next to me, fast asleep. I just looked at him and he fell out of his chair a few seconds later. I stared at him as he got up. "Oh you're awake. How do you feel?" I kpet my mouth shut and looked around. "Where am I?" The guy sighed and sat back down. "You're somewhere that doesn't exist. Now. How are you feeling?" I shrugged and moved to get up. He didn't do anything to stop me so I stood and stretched. "I feel okay I guess. What happened?"
He smiled and said, "Well Marv took you out because...you tried hitting him." I gaped at him and fell back on the bed. "That wasn't a dream?" He shook his head and kept smiling. "You...don't seem worried that you got kidnapped." I stopped a second and thought. He was right. I didn't care. At all.
