The Outsiders: A New Place

Chapter 1

I felt myself slowly awake, with my eyes still closed. I tried to gently sit up, but even trying gently caused me to fly back down to the uncomfortable couch i was laying on, and i felt a stabbing pain in my rib. I could tell i had a black eye, i could just feel how swollen it was without touching it. I dug deep into my memory, which was hard to do with my pulsing headache.

               Flashback to the night before...

I came home, back from getting dinner by myself. i was out much later than my curfew allowed, and i knew i was going to be in deep trouble the moment i stepped through my front door into my small house. i was just hoping and praying my mom wasn't up, and was already in bed and asleep.

i opened the doorknob as quietly and as quickly as i could, closing it tightly behind me. i hadn't even taken three steps into the house when i felt a stinging pain at my cheek and i was on the ground. my mother had slapped me.

"where the hell have you been?! you know your curfew is at ten, yet its three in the morning! are you out of your mind?"

i tried to stand up again when i was pushed violently to the ground. i immediately regretted saying this as soon as it came out of my mouth, but it was too late at that point to take anything back.

"why do you care about my curfew? either way you will just beat me and not care about me even more!" i was screaming and tears were running down my cheeks at this point.

my jaw immediately dropped at what i said. my mother's eyes went wide, and i then felt a shoe quickly dig into my ribs, over and over. i hunched into a ball, and my mom threw me against the wall. she came up close to my face, and i almost threw up at how strong the beer stench was on her breath.

"if you say anything like that ever again to me, you will be DEAD!"

as she screamed "dead" she punched my eye and face, and i knew this might be the end for me. i didnt want it to be the end, i hoped that there was a better life for me somewhere, and just that thought kicked my badass mode into gear and i punched back. my mother's head flew back, and she looked at me in disbelief. i knew she was vulnerable at this moment, and i used that to my advantage and shoved my foot right into her face. her body scrambled backwards from my kick, and i got up and towered over her. i pinned my mother's arms down with my knees as i continued to punch her head. she started to go unconscious, and i heard a voice in the back of my head telling me to stop. i kept going, anger was all that was on my mind at that moment.

"this is for, ten LONG years, being, beaten, and, UNLOVED!"

every pause, a new punch. the voice grew louder and told me to stop. i slowly dropped my fist, realizing she was now unconscious and barely alive. my tears came down like lava and i just sobbed on the floor. i laid down on the couch and sleep found me sooner than it should have...

                        End of Flashback...

Anger boiled inside of me, remembering what had happened last night. I was done. I was over this sick life i was living. i glanced to see my mother still passed out where i left her the night before. she would be ok. i knew i didn't have much time to leave before she woke up, so i quietly stood up, wobbling a bit, and limped over to my bedroom to grab a few pairs of clothes and i stole some money from my moms bedroom. i put them in a small backpack, hung it over my back, and walked out the front door. despite the pain i still had everywhere, i sprinted down the sidewalk, not caring where i was going. i sprinted until my lungs felt like they would collapse, and i stopped and started walking. by now, i was in the next town, half an hour from home. luckily, i was very fast. im on my (now old) schools track team and i was an amazing sprinter. unfortunately, im extremely bad at long distance, and i cannot do more than a 400 meter without starting to die. i walked past a store with a window that was reflective, and i looked at my state.

my clothes were ripped, bruises and dried blood was on parts of my face, and like i had predicted, i had a black eye.

i wouldn't say i was pretty, but i wasn't bad looking either. i had long brown hair that wasn't very dark and reached my lower back when let down. my eyes were a deep brown, so brown that you can only see my pupil when looking close. my skin was fairly tan, yet it was still light. it was a very light brown in the winter, and turned darker in the summer. im pretty short, only reaching a height of 5 feet 3 inches, and i was built with muscle.

along with being on the track team, i also cheered for the schools basketball team. i was pretty decent at that, i could do flips of all sorts.

but what i really enjoyed was dance. i was self-taught, and it helped me get through my roughest of times with my mom. whenever i felt strong emotions like anger, sadness, or even happiness, i channeled it through my movements.

i snapped out of my zoned state, and looked at myself again. i looked like a mess. my high ponytail was tilted on my head, and i took it out, flipped my head down, and put it up again. movements still hurt, so i limited moving as much as i could.

i continued to walk the rest of the day. my legs felt like they could fall off any second, and i had no idea where i even was. the sun was starting to set, yet i kept walking. i was regretting the decision i made, about running away. who was i thinking, i had no where to go! i would be living on the streets! i was coming up to a gas station where i was going to ask where i was and as i was about to turn into it, a group of about five preppy looking boys came up to me. they surrounded me, and it was hard to keep my cool.

"hey little lady," one of them started. "what are you doing by yourself, all alone out here?" he said, stepping closer.

"back off you prick." i said to him, as confidently as i could muster up.

his friends smirked a devilish grin at him, and giggled slightly. i was barely hiding the fear that wanted so badly to prevail itself.

"now, i was going to go easy on you, but now that you said that, im regretting that thought." as he said this, he flicked his blade out stepped nearer. i tried to hold up my confidence as i stood in the middle of the circle, with one of them in the middle with me. as he got closer, i realized his breath reeked of alcohol, and i tried not to gag. he suddenly lunged at me, as i dodged his grasp. he fell to the ground and i stepped back. two of the others grabbed my arms and the other two held my legs. i desperately flailed in their grasp, but i knew i wasnt strong enough to get out. they brought me to the ground, still holding my limbs. the one with the blade climbed on top of me and used his finger to lift my chin up.

"you look like you are already in rough shape, missy." he said with a wolfish smile.

he brought the blade closer to my neck, and as he was about to slit my neck and probably kill me, one of the others spoke up.

"aaron, dude, layoff. we dont want to kill her, only injure her."

the "aaron" dude glared up at him and flicked his blade back in. out of nowhere, he starts punching me. he showed no signs of stopping, as he slammed his fists into my face. my head was just going with the motions now. my vision started to get blurry, i felt warm liquid just under my nose, i felt numb to all of the pain that was happening. i saw a little light, then everything went pitch black.

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