Where The Wild Things Are

Adaptation

Tulsa wasn't where you wanted to be. You'd left Jersey with your brother to go there. He left you. Everyone left you. '

'When the sun goes up your searching for a love, so your heart won't lead you to anyone' 

You're dad was a killer, your mom was an addict. You basically grew up in a slaughterhouse. You're brother didn't want that life for you. But he was one of them that left you. You lived in the car that you stole from you're dad. You're body is covered with tattoos, they're connected to your self harm scars so they're less noticeable. Laying in the backseat of a Cadillac that belonged to someone who'd raped you, abused you and your mother, and treated you like garbage. But you kept it. For the rain couldn't get in with a roof over your head. You didn't have money. You'd spend all the money your collected on drugs. To forget, God you wanted to forget. They weren't helping you though, you insisted on taking more. You'd just injected your last pump of painful toxins to forget, they didn't work the right way this time. You were sitting in an alley when you'd done it, something about that car made you uncomfortable when you did it there, maybe it was the memory of your dad doing the same thing he did.

'Now I'll never see your face, but it's okay, I adapted, anyways'

You hated that, but you couldn't stop. You stared at the wall blankly and then started shaking uncontrollably, your vision started going in and out of focus, and you were leaning over shaking. Not being able to think, just looking. As all the colors you could see were slowly fading into black and white, you were for certain you were going to die. That gave you a sort of comfort. You felt a grim smirk come across your face and you shook more violently and closed your eyes.

*time lapse*
Adrienne's POV

Colors are pretty when you stare for so long. I see something light, but I don't remember what that color is called. I like it. It reminds me of my mommy. I miss my mommy. She was a nice lady. I remember my shapes-hey you know what would be good right now! Some chocolate-TV! I remember tv, I watched my movies there-

*Another Time Lapse*

I laid there. The platform underneath me was soft, so I knew I wasn't in the alley anymore. I opened my eyes, to see a pair of dark brown ones hovering over me. I stare at the figure. He's handsome, but horrifying. He has bags under his eyes, they're red. Why are they red?
"Hi." His voice is raspy and deep, with a New York tone.
I struggle to push out words, and then I realize I can't. I wanted to say Hi back. I start squirming and then feel as if I can't move freely. His eyes looks worried. I'm screaming in my head, but it's not coming out. Why won't it come out. I start crying, I look up at the boy calling for help.

'I made a trade, gave away our days, for a little fame'

I'm screaming for him. I can't hear myself. Am I making a noise? I'm going crazy in my mind. I'm kicking my legs and screaming but now I don't see myself doing it. All I'm capable of is crying. I kick my legs once, I see my body do it, I feel myself move. But then it goes to black again.