Harley has volunteered to help out at Comic Con for a week. Her job is to sit at one of the booths and work the cash register and run errands for whoever is running the booth, like get them coffee and whatnot. Little did Harley know that the booth s...
Age: 18 Eyes: Sapphire blue Hair: short, choppy, dark red Height: 5'4 Likes: My Chemical Romance, beer, horror movies, video games, comic books Dislikes: her parents, the police, her ex
Harley's POV
I woke up from the strange dream. Weird. I haven't had that "dream" in ten years. At least my parents want me to believe it was a dream. Bitey. That was the ridiculous name I gave my mysterious friend.
If I were to give him a name now, I'd probably give him a name like Fang, or Umbra, which is Latin for shadow. Maybe even Amai Shi, which is Japanese for Sweet Death.
But no... I decided to call him Bitey. But hey, I was eight years old. When I woke up that morning, I was in my room and told my parents what had happened.
They told it that I was just having a dream and that it wasn't real. But after that, I kept seeing him every once in a while at the mouth of the forest.
I told my parents, but they played it off as me having an imaginary friend. But one day, I left a drawing at the forest. It of course was of "Bitey".
The next day when I went back, the drawing was gone and in its place was a drawing of me. The drawing was very well detailed and in cartoon style.
The drawing I made was really crappy and just black scribbles in the shape of a stick figure. The weird thing is, "Bitey" signed the letter G at the bottom right hand corner.
As a little girl, I didn't think much of it. Now that I'm older, I know that his real name starts with the letter G.
Once my parents found out about the drawing, they packed up our bags and we hopped on a plane to Michigan. Detroit to be exact.
My parents being their paranoid selves. They could have just called the police and let them deal with the situation. But no, we had to bolt it and leave all of our precious memories behind in New Jersey.
Here I am ten years later. In a way I sort of don't blame my parents for not calling the police. I hate cops. I get in trouble with the law a lot.
I smoke pot, sell drugs, drink, and vandalize shit. Yeah, basic shit that'll have the cops on your ass. But I'm getting way too of topic!
Today is my first day of summer vacation! Well, not summer vacation! Rather just freedom all in general, because I've finally graduated!
What? You thought a screwed up junkie like me couldn't get her diploma? Comic Con is coming to my town for an entire week! That's one way to kick off my graduation!
Not only am I attending Comic Con, I've also volunteered to work there too! Yeah, when I'm not all fucked up on alcohol or drugs or running from the cops, I'm in my room nerding out.
I.e. Music, online video games, comic books, I even have a DnD board. I hear that Gerard Way is gonna be having his own booth there! I'm really excited!
I hope I get to meet him or even work at a booth near his. I doubt I'll be working at his booth as his volunteer. How cool would that be though?
I got dressed in my World Of Warcraft hoodie, black skinny jeans that have holes at the knees, my TMNT socks, and black and grey converse.
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