Black Roses

chapter one (the boy)

  Every day is the same,  it's either rainy,  gray or sunny. Today was gray. Almost every month our school gets new students and there all the same. Just some fucking basic. Girls have hair parted in the middle with small waist and big boobs and a mind of a fucking five year old with daddy issues. Boys with pulled back fuck boy hair and supreme hoodies on that show their ignorance. That's what I was expecting.  The new kid was named Liam who I supposed was gonna be a ginger. He didn't show up until the middle of class, interupting the entire first period math class. The principal walks in and introduces him.
  "Class, this is Liam Moon, second year. I want all of you to treat him with respect and make him feel welcome here." She says with cheerful distaste.
  The teacher let's him sit in any empty seat, before he sat down he took a glance at me and staired right into my eyes. They burnt like Lazor beams I thought my eyes where going to pop out. No one ever looks at me unless they think my makeup is to dark.
  Liam had long dark brown hair and light brown eyes, with pale light skin and a black and red flannel with all black underneath. What a clique to think the new guy was cute. The bell rang as everyone rushed into the hallways of cedar heights high school.  The school is a typical mean girls situation. But there's more plastics in this version and I don't hang out with them. In fact my plan was to be the innocent girl and just disappear from everyone by silently killing myself off this demanding abusive world that has never done anything for me. Of course I would never actually commit to suicide, but the thought will always linger in my head.
  I squeeze through the crowd of sweaty teenagers to get to my locker. Half way through unlocking it the hallways cleared up as there was a minute left till classes began. I quickly grab my water bottle out of the locker and slam it shut turning around with a rush feeling. My body turning in its circle motion gets interrupted as my head hits a muscular figure making me fall over on my butt dropping everything in my arms.
  I look up and see what appears to be the new kid with his hand out and a worried look plastered on his face.
"You alright?" He shakes his hand gesturing his help.
  I lift myself up brushing off the dust from the ground pushing his hand away. "Yeah I'm fine." I sternly say. Liam bends over and starts picking my stuff up. "I can do that myself, ya know." I start grabbing my own stuff quicker than him.
  "Danm." Liam stands up handing me my things. "Just trying to help,  ya know." He mimics me. I reply with a stern unsettling look in my face. He chuckles and just stands there looking at me, with the most beautiful smile I've ever seen on a boy. But I was more concerned on why he was smiling at me. I blush looking away thinking on how to get out of my situation.
  "I'm gonna be late to class." I continue to look away
  "Yeah me too. " I hear him say
  "See ya later? " I turn around to see him already gone and not hearing a reply from him "weird." I think and continue walking to class.
  I get home around two fourty-five pm. I live with my divorced mother who is emotionally unstable most of the time due to her job. She usually gets home around ten pm. So I get a lot of free time. Her issue is, she's always telling me to go out and hang with friends. Even thought she knows I honestly don't have any. I go upstairs in my room that's obviously filled with posters and Christmas lights all over the place and grab one of my Bluetooth speakers and head into my bathroom. 
  It's been almost four years since my perspective have changed on the world. All I be live is this is just a long ass faze I'm going through and that in a couple years or so I'll be fulfilled and happy with myself. I start to fill the bathtub with a decent amount of a warm and cold water combination. I grab a black ring box that contains a razor blade. I know it's desterbing and I should "get help" But I don't.  The reasoning behind that is because I know I can stop anytime and cutting myself is the only thing that hasn't left me yet.  After around what feels like twenty minutes of me listening to music and "relaxing" In the tub I hear my phone vibrate multiple times signaling me that I had missed a phone call. 
  I unlock my phone and listen to the message that my mom had left me after I didn't answer. "Abby, I need you to run down to Walmart and grab some frozen pizzas,  I'm working a little late tonight. There's a twenty dollar bill in my closet for you and what ever change is left over you can have since you've been so good at doing your choirs lately. Text me when you here this, I love you lots. See you later bye."
  "She could have told me earlier." I mer mer. I quickly run out of the tub and re-dress myself making sure there's no signs of me cutting, leaving the house and throwing the keys I have in my tiny jack skeleton back pack.  It took almost an hour to walk to Walmart but I considered it my exercise. My plan was simple go in get out. I quickly go to the frozen section grab two cheese pizzas and go to the self check out. Soon as I is know it I was out of Walmart. 
  I walk toward an aley way and text my mom back. I drop my phone as I hear a manly screech coming from the end of the aley. I pick up Jordan (my phones name) and run toward the sound feeling frightened but also determined to help who ever was in trouble.  I put my phone in my bag and pull out the knife that I keep for safety reasons. I turn to a corner that appears empty until I look closer.  There was a woman with blood running out of her kneck and her head slightly bashed in, with bruises shaped as fingers around her arms. I assumed she was raped but she was fully dressed. I feel goosebumps chisel up on my arms as a dash of wind flows behind me. I can feel a body standing behind me. I take my knife and swipe at it. My arm is stopped at mid-swipe and I get pulled in by a muscly figure. My eyes widen by the pressure this person is putting on my arm. I look up to see a boy. Blood all over and dripping from his lips. My head rises to meet his eyes. It's so clear not see that this isn't just any boy, It's Liam.