In Real Life: A TryHardNinja Fanfiction

Chapter 1: Making a Break For it

The clock struck 12. It was time to go. All I had was a backpack packed with the essentials and some cash I had been saving up for the past two years. A storm was approaching fast and I had to get out before the rain set in. I grabbed my hoodie knowing an umbrella would be too obvious. My parents were sleeping in the room down the hall from mine so I had to be quiet.

12:15 the clock read. I made my way quietly down the stairs and out of the house as fast as I could. As soon as I walked outside a light rain began to fall, gradually getting heavier. I pulled my hood over my head in an attempt to stay somewhat dry. I looked up at my house for the last time with no regrets of leaving. Now was the hard part, getting out of the neighborhood without being seen. This could prove difficult because like a lot of neighborhoods, we had a neighborhood watch. I was hoping they weren't on top of their game tonight.

However, there was an alternate route I'd use every once in a while behind all the houses. A fog set in, and it was still raining. Both made for good covers so I wasn't seen as easily. I looked down the beaten path that led though the more woodsy side of the area. I clicked on my flashlight and proceeded to follow it. I felt like I was playing slender. My teeth started chattering from a mixture of cold and fear, rain dripped down my face. I began to think if this would all be worth it in the end.

The rain seemed never ending and now thunder and lightening made their way into this mess. The wind began to pick up bringing in the new storm clouds which seem to follow me no matter where I went. My climb up the hill turned into a descent back down the other side. I had to watch my footing even more carefully now. Anywhere I put my foot it stuck in the mud and it was a hassle every time to get it un-stuck. I had to start using trees as support because the mud got looser the closer I got to reaching the bottom.

I went to take another step until my foot caught a root and I tripped. "Shit!" I cursed as I started to tumble down the hill. It all went by too fast, I went for a good 30 feet until my backpack caught on something causing me to slam into a rock. I pressed my hand to my temple, pulling it back to see I was bleeding. I could only hope it wouldn't become infected. As I continued to sneak through the neighborhood, I checked my watch which read 1:30. I really hoped I would be gone by at least 2.

Now that I was at the bottom of the hill, I had to go through the last bit of forest and then I was out of there. As I continued to walk I could feel the blood trickle down the side of my face. At least it wasn't a lot, but I still had to be careful. If I stressed too much, it would cause more blood flow. And I really didn't need to be bleeding out in the middle of the damn forest. I could see the road through the trees and walked faster as I approached it. I looked around to make sure no one was there and made my way to the bus stop, which happened to be right next to the entrance of my neighborhood. I had to make sure no one saw my face.

The rain became to fall a little more lightly, the thunder and lightening quieter now. I laid back on the bench, glad to be out of the woods. My head was still bleeding but I didn't have the time to take care of it at the moment. I just needed to get on the bus and get out of here for good. I closed my eyes to try and sleep but as soon as I did, I heard the bus. I dug some money out of my bag to pay the driver, he looked at me oddly for a second but shrugged it off once he took the money. "Where to?" He asked. "As close as you can get me to San Diego." I replied. He nodded and the bus was in motion again.

I sat down in my seat and looked around. The bus was pretty much empty except for me, the driver, and some creepy old guy in the back of the bus. I always tried to avoid taking buses, but in this case, I welcomed it. I looked out the window and in the dim light I could see my reflection. I looked terrible. It almost seemed like I was homeless and got jumped with the cut on my head. Which had no sign of clotting anytime soon. The ride on the bus seemed endless. Plus I really had to go to the bathroom but the creepy guy was sitting right next to it.

I stood up and walked slowly to the bathroom. "Excuse me... Can I get by you real quick?" I asked as politely as I possible could. He nodded and took a drink of what looked to be whiskey. "Thanks..." I said and rushed into the bathroom. I breathed a sigh of relief and looked in the mirror. It was worse that I thought. I looked like a monster. My hair was awful and my face was almost blue from how cold I as. And the cut was still bleeding. Why? I had no idea. I tried to clean it up as much as possible but all I could do was hold some tissue on it and hope it was gonna clot by itself.

I left the bathroom, still holding the tissue to my head and say back down in my seat. "What happened to your head?" The voice from the back grumbled. I turned around to see the man motioning to my apparent head trauma. "I...slipped. I slipped and fell." I said. "How long has it been since your fall?" He said looking up at blood still coming through the tissue. "Long enough." I said turning back around. It was none of his business. "The name's Chuck." He spoke out again. I turned around and nodded in response. I hoped he wasn't expecting a name from me because at this point no one could know.

I really wanted to get off this bus. Now some hobo was trying to be all buddy-buddy with me? Oh god please no. I just want to get to San Diego already. But as always, the ride dragged on. And I had to listen to Chuck talk about how he ended up where he was. I mean it was sad and I feel bad for the guy, but did I really need to know? I don't think so. As he kept talking I fell asleep which wasn't surprising because he wouldn't be quiet and that was pretty much the only thing I had left to do. I was also exhausted from my journey to the bus. And I would need all the sleep I could get for when I got to San Diego.

After I woke up I looked down at my watch, 4:15 it said. The driver looked back at us and spoke. "We'll be in San Diego in about 15 minutes so I suggest you get your belongings together." I nodded. I felt like a little kid waiting in like for a Disney Land ride. But my head started to ache like nothing before. "I probably need to get a clinic to have my head stitched up." I thought to myself. I also needed to eat and find a place to stay but getting off this bus was my top priority now. I tapped my foot in anticipation wanted to yell at the driver to go faster but I knew that would only make things worse. I looked out and the rain had stopped completely the sky was practically clear, except for a few clouds.

The bus finally stopped, which for me, would be my last stop. I was finally here and the driver looked at me from the rearview mirror, opened the doors, and nodded for me to get off. As I was walking to the front of the bus Chuck spoke. "Good luck, kid." I nodded. "Thanks, Chuck. You too." I replied. He may have been the most serious homeless man I've event met. I mean, I've not met a lot of homeless guys but he seemed really serious. I stepped off the bus and sighed. "Finally made it..." I spoke quietly to myself. I needed to find a medical clinic and fast. The cut was still bleeding and that could mean I was in trouble. Now if only I could find a doctor.