Band Imagines/One-Shots

There is hope for us yet // Rian Dawson

**I'm gonna write this as 1st person because I've been waiting for this one-shot for foreeeevvvveeeerrrrrr and I'm hella excited 😍 Considering making this one a story**

I sniffled as I leaned against the wall, my face buried in my knees. I shivered as the cold crawled into my being, taking over me and infiltrating every single square inch of my body.

This fucking sucked.

This is my life now.

My father was an alcoholic, and he beat me and my mother. My mother was too scared to stand up to him. Until her dying breath.

One day he pushed her down the stairs, like he always did.

But this time, she didn't wake up.

So my dad drowned himself in booze, and beat the shit out of me every day. Blaming me. Saying if I was never born, it wouldn't be like this.

You don't know how many times I've wished it was true.

I felt a wave of ice travel through my being again. God, I'm so cold.

Get up and do something, idiot.

Fine, I will.

I shook as I forced myself to a stand. When I looked down, I saw a puddle of water in front of me, my reflection staring back.

My long black hair was greasy with filth, and I had some dirt coating my skin from falling on asphalt, digging in garbage, etc. my jeans were ripped and had holes in more places than I could count, but its all I had left. No places where holes shouldn't be, though, thank god.

Periods were a fucking bitch though, let me tell you.

My shirt had some holes in it, but it was under my dirty red jacket.

I felt filthy.

But most of all, I felt so hungry.

I went through so much trash and found nothing. I guess it was that time.

I walked forward, peeking my head out of the alleyway, my limbs screeching with agony every moment. I hated doing this, but you gotta do what you gotta do.

I peeked my head out to see some guy with light brown hair talking to someone with black hair like mine, but he had a red strip of hair on top of it, just to the side. The brown haired man was talking to skunk hair, halfway in a car door, it open, and a bag of what looked like groceries on top of the car.

If I could just..

I heard someone shout, and both of their heads darted to the left. Some dude with darker brown and a light beard walked out and said something. Brown hair walked over following him while Skunk hair looked down at his phone.

Now was my time.

I sped walked towards the area. As soon as I got in arms reach, I snatched the bag, taking off in the direction I came from.

"Hey!! Rian-" Skunk hair called. One guy ran out of the store. Brown beard.

"Hey!" I didn't stick around, I took off running, going down towards an alleyway I knew. I peeked my head out just barely to see Rian gripping his hair in his hand, looking really upset. What, its just a bag of groceries, what is he so upset about?

Brown hair walked out, putting his hand on Rian's shoulder. After exchanging a few words, they got in the car. I wonder where they're going.

Now looking closer, I notice the car is black, and some security had stepped out before they got back in.