Boy London [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 4

"Oh my fucking god, this always happens to me!" Asheley pulls away from me and starts to walk further down the ally.

I jog after her and intwine our fingers again, spinning her round into me.

"Lets get some sleep" i say simply, throwing my arm down pointing to the floor.

She looked at me while sliding herself down the dirty walls and throwing her head back. I sit down opposite her, watching the rain continue to fall from the dark sky.

Asheley snores in her sleep, and I can tell she's having a nightmare- shes balling her fists like my nan use to.

It's colder then I'd of thought, i take off my jacket and lay it over my curled body and place my head further back on the wall.

How did my life get to this?

Why am I here and every one else seems to be so happy at home living a normal, family life?

I am not entirely sure if me and Asheley can survive this...

A few curls cover my forehead, while tears trickle across my cheeks and I'm just looking up at the stars;

wondering if they're shining for me tonight.