Somebody Save Me

Chapter One

OKAY. So, I usually write very long stories, they may seem a little boring at first, but they get VERY interesting. Please keep reading after the first chapter or two, I promise, it gets better.

The air was ice cycle cold, and the winds were heavy. This was just another normal day in the small town of Ruth, North Carolina. Everyday I rode my skateboard to and from school. I wouldn't take any rides unless it was from my older sisters. There's the twins, Anna and Sabrina who are both 17, Heather, who is 16, and me, Rose, who is only 15. I was the youngest and the strangest. Lots of times some creep would roll up next to me and ask if I needed a ride home, I usually say "Do you not see I already have a ride?" and stare down at my skateboard. It gets a lot of guys to not like, but I don't care. I'm not really like most girls in the Ruth area. Everyone, or, as I should say, every girl around here is quite girly, and gossip is the number one thing in our town. Me? I keep to myself. Well, myself and my two best friends; Jean and Krystopher. Jean and Krystopher have been my friends longer than I can remember. I'm not very popular in school at all. I was in middle school, but I hated it. Being popular is lame.

Now, as it is in high school, I'm hated by just about everyone. Why? Because I'm different. No, I mean, very different. I'm a very dark, sadistic, get-away-from-me kind of girl. I usually don't want anyone to talk to me unless you're name is Jean or Krystopher. Or, my amazing daddy, David. Nobody could compare to my paps. I am one of the most messed up girls ever, and he's always been there for me, just like my friends have. He is technically just another best friend of mine. My dad and I have a special little bond that no one else really understands. I guess it's because I'm extremely emo, laid back, like I said earlier, sadistic, and many more words that could describe the kind of dark person I am. I'm not sure why, but my dad actually accepts me for who I am, and loves every bit of it. This is so lame, isn't it? Let's get to the story.

So it was the beginning of October and the weather was already pretty chilly starting from the middle of August. I know, early. When I got home, dad was at work, mom was out shopping, as usual, and my sisters were probably out having a good time with their friends. Since they had a lot larger social life than me. I decided to call up Krystopher and Jean, considering I had the house alone for a little bit.

"Hey whore." Jean answered her phone.

"Whatcha doin' skank?" I questioned her. We both giggled a little.

"Just got home, you?"

"Same, you need to come over, pick Krystopher up on your way here."

"Kk slut."

"See ya nerd." I hung up. Our conversations were always like that. About a half an hour went by, and they were here.

"There's my girl." Krystopher said pulling me into a hug. I stood there and stared up at him.

"Get off the drugs you dork." I giggled and walked into the living room.

"What took you guys so long?" I asked walking into my living room. As I sat down on my couch, I noticed Jean and Krystopher were still standing, giving me an eccentric look.

"Oh no, what did you guys do now?" I asked, worried. They looked even more worried than I did.

"Rose, we need to tell you something." Jean sat down next to me.

"Don't tell me he got you pregnant." I joked with her, making her chuckle a little.

"No, ha, of course not." I watched her bite her lip constantly.

"Well come on, spit it out." I begged her. I watched her eyes slowly fill with tears.

"Jean, what's going on?"

"Um... your dad owns the only blue 2012 Dodge truck, right?" she wondered.

"Yes, why?" my heart raced. She started to cry.

"Krys." She pulled Krys over towards me, because she kept choking on her tears and couldn't tell me what was on her mind. I got even more scared by the second.

"Hello! Someone say something before I cry over here!" I was actually already crying a little.

"There was a wreck. It wasn't simple either, it's bad. Very bad." Krys squeezed my hand.