Blood On My Dancing Heart

Abusive Life

AN: Hey. I don't have much to say except... Enjoy..?... Anywho....
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and Raven Rose. Also, don't forget to leave questions in the comments. Thanks. (No, Raven Rose is not me. Just a made up character. With my name. Also I made up Dahvie's friends cuz idk who he hangs out with).
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Raven's POV:
"Mom! Raven hit me!" My adopted brother, Zane, yelled from a floor below. I sighed quietly, sitting in my window seat in the attic. I sleep in the attic, on an old dusty mattress, with a torn up blanket and no pillows. The only time I am allowed downstairs is to eat, go to the bathroom (for showers too) or go to school. If I break the rules, I get hit across the cheek. If I break them again, I get a worse punishment. I've only broken the rules twice since I learned them at the age of 12. That was when I was adopted by my new parents. My real parents died in a fire and I barely made it out with my life and the clothes on my back.

Suddenly, there was a pounding on the stairs. I quickly looked to the door, a small 5 feet away, when the door swung open and Dad charged in. Zane stood tentatively behind him, his face red and swollen slightly. I could see through the ruse, see the paper stuffed in his cheek. But I knew fighting it would just cause more trouble, so I said quietly, "What did I do exactly?"

"Did you slap Zane across the cheek?" I could feel everything being weighed down by my answer. I thought for a second that maybe I should say no, maybe they'd actually believe me?
"Yea. I did it because he told me he was gay and wanted to screw my best friend, Charles.." I smirked evilly inside. Dad spun around and stared at Zane. "Let's go, young man. You're grounded!" They ran back downstairs and I smiled for real this time. I knew telling them he was gay was the only way to avoid getting abused. Again. Also, I don't actually have a best friend named Charles.

I sighed, stood up from my perch on the window sill and headed downstairs to go to the bathroom. Mom stopped me in the hall. "What did you do to Zane?" She demanded, glaring at me like I had three heads and just killed her precious son.

"Nothing." I muttered. I made to go around her, to the bathroom, but she shoved me back. "Tell me the truth!" She demanded, louder now. I shook my head again and she said, "That's it! I'm done with your disobedience. Pack your meager belongings and GET OUT!" She huffed, dragged me to the attic stairs and threw me onto them. "You have until," She checked her watch, "6 pm. Then I will forcibly throw you out myself." She stalked away, slamming the attic stairs door behind her.

I stood up and ran up to my quiet sanctuary. I shoved all my clothes into my backpack, added my tooth brush, hairbrush and my collection of lighters. Then I grabbed my favorite pocket knife, shoved it in my pocket and pounded down the stairs. I shoved Zane into the stove, slapped The Dad and punched The Mom in the face. Then I left. I figured, if I'm never coming back, why not get a little revenge?

I thundered my way down the empty sidewalk, the rain slamming into my eyes, hair, clothes. I turned the corner and just kept running. I saw the sign for LA and ran to the nearest bus stop. I climbed on, handed the woman the change and took a seat in the back.
We stopped a few more times on the way. On the last stop before LA, two guys stepped on. One with long, black hair with white streaks and one red eye, one white. Another with short, black hair, bright blue eyes and snake bites. They both glanced at me with serious expressions before taking the seats across the aisle from me.

I glanced over and saw they were talking quietly and staring at me out of the corners of their eyes. I sighed and pulled up my hood, leaning against the rainy window. Eventually, the bus stopped and the driver called out, "LAST STOP! LOS ANGELES! EVERYONE OFF!" The three old ladies with pale, pink hair in the front and the two guys across the aisle got up and shuffled forward. I waited until they were halfway down the aisle before getting up. I thanked the driver for the ride and got off, shouldering my light, sky-blue bag.

The two guys looked at me and smiled. I bolted down the street, going as fast as possible. After I'd almost gotten run over nearly 4 times, I stopped next to a dirty alleyway (empty, thank god) and I sat on the ground on top of a somehow fresh, flattened cardboard box. Then came the waterworks.

I cried for what seemed like an eternity, but was only probably a couple of hours at most. Then I sighed and leaned my head against the wall. I drifted off into a dreamless sleep, accompanied by pain in my legs from running.

_______NIGHT TIME__________
Suddenly, I was awoken by a sharp shooting pain in my lower left side. I looked down to see a dark liquid blooming outwards on my sweater. Then I realized I got shanked and my clothes were ransacked through. Everything was a mess, but nothing was stolen, not even my collection of lighters or my pocketknife. Weird. I tried to get up but couldn't. The pain was too strong and I was pulled into unconsciousness, completely black and blissful.
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Dahvie's POV:
"Where do you think she went?" Jayy asked me for the umpteenth time. "I don't know. I hope we find her soon though." As soon as I stopped talking, a cry of pain from the nearby alley stopped us both in our tracks.

Jayy took off running in that direction, me on his heels. What we saw definitely wasn't pretty. The girl with dark black hair and stony gray eyes lay unconscious in the alleyway. Jayy collected her belongings and stuffed them back in the blue backpack while I lifted her easily. We both spotted the stab wound. "Shit! She's bleeding!" I almost dropped her when we saw, due to being surprised, but I held my grip.

As we walked back to our house (I tied one of her shirts around her wound, I hope she doesn't mind), Jayy kept glancing at her to make sure she was okay. Suddenly, she stirred to life and screamed. Jayy clamped a hand around her mouth while I said, "It's okay! We won't hurt you! We just wanna get your wound cleaned, okay? We just want to help!" She nodded and Jayy moved his hand from her mouth.

The rest of the walk home was pretty quiet. Once we got to the apartment, Jayy opened the door and we walked up three flights (me still carrying her) to our apartment. Once the door was open and we were inside with it closed, Jayy set her blue bag down and grabbed a towel, which he set on the couch. 3 of our friends were gathered in the kitchen. They spilled into the living room as I was cleaning up the wound. I sewed it up and cleaned it again before putting an icepack on it. She'd already fallen asleep.

"Who is this?" One of them, her name is Tika, asked. Tika has short, bright blue hair. She also has emerald green eye contacts in.
Then Jayy and I launched into the whole story, pausing to remember certain details. Once we finished, the girl had sat up and stared at us. "My name is Raven Rose. I'm 17. Who are you and why am I here?"

"You had been stabbed and when we saw you, we recognized you from the bus. We just wanted to make sure you wouldn't die." Jayy stared at her and her at him. I know what you're thinking. 'They're gonna fall in love!' Well, sorry to crush your dreams, but he's gay.

Then I asked, "Do you have anywhere to go?" She shook her head and launched into a story about her abusive family and about getting kicked out. After she finished, everyone just stared in horror and amazement. "What?" We all shook our head, and my friends and Jayy left the room, all deciding to go to bed. I got a spare blanket and pillow for her and Raven fell asleep on the turquoise couch. I chuckled and went upstairs to my room. After changing into my favorite Hello Kitty pajama pants and taking out my contacts, I fell asleep in my queen size bed, Jayy snoozing behind me.
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed. Post any questions, concerns or whatevs in the comments and tell me what you think too. Thanks.. bye :P XD ~Raven-Rose-Black666