People looked at me like I was an outsider. Trying to find my spot in school wasn't always the hardest, I had friends once. Loving used to be easy for me, but know I constantly walk into school with that pretty frown smile. Everyone asked me when I moved here that, why everyday I would pull more baggy clothing on everyday. They didn't understand that my father was an abuser. He used too love me, maybe he does when he try's to kill me with his beer bottle or random incidents of coming up to me and choking me. My mother sent me here after my freshman year. She was getting sicker everyday. I watched her melt, beauty cried for help, skin ate open at her flesh. Struggling to live from an unknown disease, I was only 15 when she died. Being in the year of 2032 I wandered around from morning to night waiting till my father went to bed. Then I laid my ached body on my dirty bed and slept.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sagging into school with my hood on to cover up the new scars of punching over dirty clothes, looking over you see all the groups piled into one another. I find the goths staring at each other like in some weird eye contact.... Maybe they could be zombie talkers.. Glancing at the preppers they all make out with each other, they seem to communicate through sex and sports. Hmm, that's actually the same thing.. I walk up to the front where all the druggies hang out and yell at me, "Hey girl, want to join me later you looking fine." One ragged guy says to me and flips his dreads over his neck and laughs at his friends. I soon be encountered by Halli this girl who wants to be my friend. "Hey Luna, So like I got my piercing yesterday on my lip I was wondering if you are going too join the Goth club! ..... Is that a new scar?". I look at her then walk away. Hopefully she understands that I am not a Goth creep. I look at my extremely black hair and stare out with my dark blue eyes. If only the beauty can be seen behind the hood, I would be another normal person. Although my scars are not historical but broken. I come home to another day of hitting and a black eye. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chp. 1-------------------------------------------------------------
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The Sorrow Gates
VampireLuna decides she has been abused enough by her father. She runs away to a town that no one has ever spoken of. Or even gone too. "Sorrow Gates", The town was randomly found with bloodshed and every dead person placed in the middle of it, new dead an...
