The Broken Ones

Chapter 3

Barreling through the streets at one in the morning, I start to chew on my lip out of habit, I hope she's ok. Her house is just around the corner! As I'm turning onto her street I fail to see the large pothole in the road and get flung off my skateboard as it gets stuck in it. Shit, shit, shit, shit. Damn that hurts, I quickly recollect myself with one thing on my mind, Blare. The adrenaline gives me enough of a boost to ignore my throbbing knee and the constant pounding on the left side my head. Thankfully I had fallen two houses away from Blare's house and quickly run towards the dark building. It seems as though no one's awake but as I walk around the house towards Blare's bedroom I see a light coming from it. She's awake! It's a miracle that Blare's bedroom is right next to the big tree in her yard, I think as I start climbing. Me and Blare used to always run off to parties and this tree was one of the most helpful things ever.

Once up on the tree I scoot over to the branch nearest Blare's bedroom window and tap on it. It takes her a few minutes but finally Blare opens the curtains. As soon as she lays eyes on me she instantaneously opens the window to let me in. “What are you doing here?” Blare whisper trying to prevent her parents of knowing an unexpected guest has arrived. “I came to see if you were ok.” I reply in the same hushed tone she gave me. “Why wouldn't I be ok?” “Well after what happened today, I was worried that you might...” I trail on not wanting to say it. “Oh, I understand your concern but there's nothing to worry about, honestly.” I sigh as I sit down on Blare's bed.”You really didn't do it?” “Would I lie to you?” She questions me with an amusing tone. “Well it depends.” I reply with a smile. “Do you need proof?” “Why yes, I actually do.” With one last amusing glance at me, Blare rolls up her sleeves to reveal her scars from previous encounters with her “dear friend”. A sigh of relief escapes from my lips and I give her a hug. “Thank you.”

We stay up until three just talking, I was so thankful that she hadn't cut herself and me and her had a good chat about it. She definitely won't be harming herself anytime soon. When the time comes and I have to leave I give her a quick hug and for the first time in forever Blake and I do our old handshake. As kids Blake and I busied ourselves by creating handshakes. One of them consisted of us slapping each other and another was a salute. As I climb out of the window I turn around one last time and tell Blake, “See you next week, stay out of trouble and don't forget that I love you.” “Yeah, yeah, whatevs mom.” She replies sassily, I give her one last smile and climb down the tree. As I walk around her house I look back to see her flipping the bird at me, a chuckle escapes my lips and I get back on my skateboard to go home.

Although Blake and I are best friends, we both needed money and decided that the weekend would be dedicated to our small yet awesome jobs in town, well, my job isn't in town but same thing. As you already know Blake works at a popular music store, but I haven't told you my job. I've always loved drawing and wanted a job that had to do with art. So I took a train to Manhattan in search of my “dream job”, after spending the day looking for a job and failing miserably I decided to go to a cafe to get something to eat. While searching for a cafe I stumbled across a store that was filled with graffiti art. They sold everything, from t-shirts to personalized journals, I almost instantly fell in love with the place and asked an employee if they were hiring. To my luck, they were. So there you have it, I work at a graffiti shop in Manhattan. It's a pretty awesome place and I’ve become friends with the employee I met the first day coming into the store, her name's Evangelina but I call her Eva for short. I know, it's a strange name, but don't be fooled by the fancy name she's an animal even if she doesn't show it. She's an amazing artist and writer, she has long dark wavy hair as well as a pair of dark eyes that seem to match her hair. She's probably the friendliest person you'll meet and if you ever see her in the city she will most likely have a manga in hand. She's obsessed with the huge eyed characters with names that are impossible to pronounce.

As soon as I came home I crashed on my bed not bothering to remove my shoes or sweatshirt and fell asleep almost immediately. Waking up was horrible, the annoying sound of my alarm clock woke me up and as usual I forgot that I actually owned an alarm clock and started yelling, “Who's alarm clock is that?!! SHUT IT OFF ASSHOLE!!” Obviously I was ashamed after realizing it was actually mine but managed to turn off the demon creation. Knowing all too well I had to get up to go to work I rolled off my bed and crawled on all fours into my bathroom. Somehow I succeeded to take a shower, get dressed, and eat my breakfast. I got to the train station at 7:30 and got on the train at 7:40. As I was waiting for my stop I occupied myself by thinking of Blare's tattoos. One day Blare spontaneously came to school with two tattoos, one was on her ribcage and it read “faith” and a shooting star was on her wrist. I have just been obsessed with her tattoos and the idea of getting a tattoo ever since but I’ve never thought of what I could get. Eva promised she would help me out for an idea on what I could get and I’m so excited to finally decide on a design.