I'm His: Dead or Alive

Chapter One

(A/N i will pist what songs i listened to while writing each chapter.

How to save a life-by The Fray

Beautiful Sun- by Delirious?

Level-by the Racounteers

Desire-by Phil Whickman

Trip Through Your Wires-by U2

Driveway- Miley Cyrus :])

We met at the town's Christmas fair.

-flashback-

"Mom! You can't force me to go! If you want me to have friends you should've thought about that before you dragged me halfway across this god forsaken earth just for your stupid job!"

"Carsyn Black. You. Are. Going. To. The. Parade. And that... Is final! do you understand me young lady!?" My mom snapped.

"Mother," I sneered. She cringed, because I only called her mother when I was beyond ticked. "I am 18, and I can stay home alone without burning the house down, thank you. Can you please act like I can cross the street without you holding my hand?!?!" I screamed.

"Don't yell at me!! I am stressed about this move enough without having to deal with your crap!"

I threw my hands up.

"Oh, you're stressed?!" I countered.

She crossed her arms.

"Yes, yes I am." She said blankly.

"Do you even notice me?! I have no friends here, I can't talk to my old friends because you won't pay long distance, I start college in a month, I have no job, none of my books or fees are paid, I still have 6 summer assignments due, and it doesn't help hat dad walked out on us 6 months ago." I yell.

My moms face falls, her eyes filling with sympathy, or hurt?

"Carsyn I'm sorry u didn't kn-" she starts.

"SAVE IT." I say, before walking upstairs and slamming my door.

Thirty minutes later I stand in the streets of London-the cold winter wind lightly blowing my long curly brown hair in the breeze- wearing light wash jeans a white Tame Impala shirt and my signature brown leather combats. My warm leather jacket is wrapped tightly around my body.

While my little brother Jack and my mom stand in the streets clapping and singing along to the cheesy Christmas tunes, I was propped up against a nearby brick wall. my back was on the wall, one leg in front of me and the other bent so my foot was on the wall. I absentmindedly kicked at a chunk of unmelted snow for almost ten minutes straight until I noticed a group of 3 people walk up and sit down near the wall, only 7 or so feet from me. Brushing it off, I continued to work on killing the block of ice, letting it take all my anger. I mumbled a few thoughts to myself. Just the typical "I hate people" and "why is my mother a control freak?". You know...the usual. There was only a small piece of ice left and as I brought down my boot to crush it, a distinct Irish accent scared the living crap out of me.

"So where are you from?!" I whipped my head around to see one of the three people standing extremely close to me. I scooted over slightly, uncomfortable with the distance between us. This boy had blonde hair, with brown roots and a lilac stripe running up the front of his quiff. He had a small piercing above his eyebrow and the tiniest of gauges in his ears, but they looked ok on this kid. His torso was covered in a black Nirvana shirt and his legs with acid washed jeans much like my own. A pair of tattered purple vans covered his feet. The way he dressed reminded me of my best friend back home, Ashton, and I immediately missed the brown haired Australian. Once I realized I was staring at this stranger I immediately looked away.