Living with a Ghoul

Chapter1: Alone

Fairytales. What are they exactly? Maybe they have to deal with giants and heroes or princesses with evil step mom's who are gold diggers, or mythical creatures. Fairytales always have happy endings. Fairytales are for children. Fairytales don't exist. When I was younger, I believed in fairytales. I believed I would find my knight in shining armor that can sweep me off my feet and fulfill my every need and desire. I believed I was a princess and this world was my own fairytale.

I've come to realize that I was so infatuated with my childish fantasies I never paid attention to reality. I thought in my fairytale, mom was healthy and able to take care of me. In reality she was dying slowly. In my fairytale dad survived the car crash and was able to play with me and be there for me. In reality he was dead. In my fairytale my boyfriend and I were married with two kids and we were happy. In reality he turned out to be how all men are. Cheaters, liars, and unworthy.

So now I'm all alone in "my beautiful fairytale"..heh more like fucked up hell. I'm graduated high school, I have no parents, I barely talk to my friends anymore, I barely make enough money to live in this shit hole apartment. Covering my face with my hands I hold back tears biting my lip trying not to cry in frustration. I've been held up in here for months. This depression is gonna kill me. I pull back my long red hair and walk toward the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and study my face. Tired dark brown eyes, small red nose, flushed cheeks and small puffy pink lips. Crying isn't doing me any good.

I turn on the shower and head to pick out some clothes. I don't know where I'm going I just need a walk or a drink or something. Maybe reply to the few hundred text messages my best friend Aaron sent me. I look at my phone and a small smirk crept across my lips. It hurt slightly due to not smiling at all for almost three months. Getting in the shower I study my hand and tilt my head. I've always wanted a tattoo there, mom said it was un-lady like and dad would always defend me. I begin to smile a little more. The corners of my mouth quiver. I wasn't forcing a smile, my mind was just simply trying to keep me depressed.

The warm water hits my body, it was uncomfortable but bearable. The water felt like a thousand tiny pebbles hitting my body. I need a new place, but with the job I have now I can't afford it. I step out of the shower and wrap myself in my towel. I walk around in my towel and toothbrush in mouth. My puppy Hans lazily walks over to his food dish as I fill his water dish. He's the only company I really have.

After my breakup with Ryan all I had was my little pug Hans. I grin and pet his head gently. I continue brushing my teeth and walk back to my room all while dropping my towel. A good thing about living alone you can walk around naked and not give a Damn. I finish brushing and begin to get dressed. Pulling on my light blue high waist shorts and black crop top. Later I put my hair in two conroes and study myself in the mirror. I think I was ready to go. Aaron always used to harass me about my clothes since he was "a fashion extraordinaire" he bought a lot of clothes that I'll never wear. I finally get up the courage to pick up my phone and dial up the crazy bastard.

The phone rings for a few minutes until a familiar British accent fills my ears. "Mm look who decided to call me after a billion years." Aaron says with a little sass. I roll my eyes and pull out my sneakers.

"Hello to you too."

"How are you sweetie?" Aaron's voice becomes softer and more concerned. Sighing I reply, "Alright I guess. Something possessed me to actually get out of the house for a while. I was wondering if you wanted to go out for a drink or something?"

"Anything for you Gabby. I get off work in a few minutes I'll come pick you up."

"Alright, I'm just gonna take Hans for a walk."

"Alright sweetie, ugh I gotta go a fights about to break out on isle twelve and I need to be there,"

"To stop it?"

"No record it, have you met me?" Soon I hear muffled yelling and Aaron hangs up. Giggling I toss my phone on the bed and go on to walk Hans.

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I sit on the bench at the park and watch Hans waddle and look for places to mark his territory. I left my phone home purposely. I needed to distract myself. Soon I hear Hans barking wildly and I look back at him. He was jumping on a random stranger and I rush over, pick him up and immediately I begin apologizing. "I'm sorry he isn't really this active." I say not really paying attention to the stranger as I glare down at Hans who was giving me pleading eyes. A deep voice chuckles and I look up at the person before me. My heart skips a beat. His eyes sucked me in. His deep dark beautiful brown eyes. His hair was sort of long and silky, dyed white and had a pink and red ombre effect.

He had many piercings but I saw no tattoos. He didn't seem all too rebellious though. He looks down at Hans and gently pets him. "It's alright, he didn't hurt me there's no need to apologize." His deep voice makes my heart buzz and I feel myself begin to blush. He was so handsome. The guy raises an eyebrow and I look away. I hear him make a "tch" noise and he begins to walk past me, he then says "You should really get a leashed for him though, he might get hurt. The world's a dangerous place."

When he says that I find myself clutching Hans a little. There was something about that sentence that made me very uneasy. The guy skateboards away and I just stand and watch. How strange...