My Grey Nights {EDITING}

Chapter 2.

Chyna McCartney

I hate this place I call 'home'. I honestly don't know why I still come here. It's depressing and isolated from the world. This place is the reason, I'm who I am today. I'm a shadow of my inter-self, searching for me! My true identity that will never be revealed.

I walked down the stairs and heard my name. "Cryna Michelle McCartney, I taught you better than this!" My mom scolded, as I walked into the newly decorated furnished living room. I've only been here for five hours and she's already being an pain the the ass. As if I'm not mistaken, I'm not fifteen years old any more, I'm twenty.I rolled my eyes, I haven't even did anything since I got here so what's crawled up her ass and died? I have no idea.

"Mom, what did I do?" I asked, like I didn't have a care in the world. I'm guessing she didn't like that because of her expression; She looked at me bewildered at my mundane exposure of feelings towards this useless conversation. Cutting her eyes at me, she sent me a deadly glare, sending a sharp pain of fear though my heart. I started to blink rapidly, and my hands started to shake uncontrollably .

"Excuse me?" She said in a daring and impulsive tone.

"I-I-I" I stuttered. Suddenly a hard collision connected to my cheek and it grew hot. I gasped and held my face. Did she just. . . Smack me?

Tears burned the brim if my eyes, as they were begging to pour out. "Don't ever, give me that tone young lady. I put you in this world and can defiantly take you out!" She growled, and walked away from me. She didn't even tell me what I did wrong.

Getting myself together, I turned away from the living room and wiped the tears away and walked towards the kitchen. I grabbed a cup and filled it with water and drank it down. I felt another presences in the room, so I turned around and there stood Arial. She just stood there staring at me, and by the looks she wanted to say something but didn't.

"You know you can talk to me right?" I said trying to spark up a convocation. She just nodded and walked to the refrigerator and grabbed a juice.

"Yeah, I know but I'll pass. . ." She said and walked out of the kitchen with a dull facial expression. Well damn, okay then...I signed and strolled my way out of the kitchen and towards the stair case, and up to my room. My dad was at work and wasn't going to be home till later in the afternoon which also gave me time to myself to relax. Walking into my lavish bedroom I sat on my green covered queen sized mattress. I pulled out my phone and checked the time, it was now one twenty-three. There is nothing for me to do! I thought.

I grabbed my Ugg boots and slipped them on and grabbed my coat and groves. I was going out, and decided to go for a walk or some shit. I jogged downstairs, grabbing the house keys and I walked out the door. The cold air hit my skin making goose bumps appear though my thick winter leggings. I stuffed my hands into my coat pockets and started walking down the street while my head hung low.

Why does my family hate me so much? I thought as I walked through the freezing city of New York. Even though it was the begining of spring. It still felt cold. I quivered as I came up to a near by brench. I sat down and watched as the cars went by, very amused about how some things changed while I was absent from my existence of my home state. I looked around and something or someone caught my eye. I stared at his well structural jaw line, as his wavy dark brown locks blew with the cold wind that went great with his tan pale skin that looked, so soft. He looked up and I looked in astonishment. He had beautiful icy blue eyes that looked as if they could slice your soul into tiny pieces. He had lightly bushy eye brows that were perfectly arched, his nose was wide but small it was adorable!

Suddenly, he turned around and stared at me as well. I quickly turned my head and felt awkwardly embarrassed as my face felt warm. I suddenly felt the bench wobble and it felt warmer than a few seconds ago. I turned my head and blues eyes was sitting next to me.

"You know, I get stared at all the time it's fine." He whispered into my ear. His warm breath caressed my cold ear as I shivered. I turned to him.

"No, I'm sorry, I was just looking-" I started.

"Don't lie to me. . ." He scoffed, as his gaze met mine. I was shocked and silent for a few seconds. He eyes hypnotized me every second that went by. Snap out of it chyna.

"The hell your problem?!" I snapped, which was very unexpected, even for myself. He searched my face. He was aroused with my sudden behavior. For some reason, it turned me on. A smirk soon met his adorable face.

"I don't like liars, and that was exactly what you were about to do, lie! So don't get all feisty with me when I confront you." He admitted ever so carelessly.

"Oh..." I said, that's all I could say.

"By the way, I'm Noah." He said, with a hand out for me to shake. I took it.

"I'm Chyna. . ." I said. Then he smiled. Oh God that smile!

"You seem very shy, I like it. But that's going to have to go, if you going to be hanging around me." He confronted. He dug into his pocket and pulled out an lighter, a box of cigarettes, taking one out he gladly lit it. Putting the cigarette between his index and middle finger, he put it to his pink lips and he inhaled the toxic smoke. If it was one thing I absolutely hated, it was smoking! He motion the open box of cigarettes towards me and I shook my head no. He shrugged, and took another pull and lightly blew it in my face. I felt my eye brows and nose furrow and a wrinkle form on my forehead.

How dare he blow that shit it my face! I thought. I smacked it out of his hand and his head snapped towards me.

"What the fuck man!" He yelled.

"Don't blow that shit in my face!" I snapped, getting extremely mad. He just stared at me once again, liking my strange behavior, aroused with excitement. But I saw nothing funny and or amusing what's so ever, I was highly offended. I turned from looking at him.

"Look at me." He said, and I ignored him. After a few seconds, I felt his warm fingers touch my chin. He took his thumb and index finger and turned me to face him. He looked deeply into my dusty dark brown eyes with his icy blue ones.

"You seem... No, you are something interesting. I see that the little things that I'm doing are making you uncomfortable, so I'll stop. I look at you and I see myself. Like, if you were died right now, no one would give a fuck. I don't know you but I was just like you once, I see it. I don't know who hurt you, but I'm not them. So calm down." He spoke.

The way he speaks made me angry but satisfied and calm. This stranger, this man I've never met a day in my life, just read me? I questioned myself. I was so overwhelmed and ... and confused about how he did it, as if  it was a profession or something. Hot tears burned the brim of my eyes . . . I was struck. I'm guessing he noticed how I began to feel because his face softened up. He hesitated scooting closer and I felt him getting slightly uncomfortable. So his only way of showing his comfort was to pull me into a hug and the tears pour out. He rubbed my back and comforted me. His body warmth heated up my body and I felt secured and warm. I didn't want to let go, but I had to.

Here I am, hugging a complete stranger that seems to know more about me then my family, even my self.

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July 4, 2014

Happy Fourth of July!!