Well then...
This was easier that I expected.
Huh. I guess I'm free now.
I looked back at my house for one last time. I smiled as those bittersweet memories came flooding back. To be honest I shared a few happy moments in there but it always felt like there was a missing piece left of this puzzle I was completing called life. I had promised myself that I wouldn't go back there until I'd found it. Then I would be satisfied. I turned and walked by the street, possibly for the last time.
12:52pm
Flashed on the blue lights on my watch. It was 10:34 when I left home. Have I really been walking for that long? I must be far, far away from the house by now. Brrrrr, it's starting to get cold. I pulled my jacket closer to my body. Hmm. I wish I packed a map with me. But then, what good will that do? Can't even read one. Too complicated, no one's ever shown me.
I have no idea where the hell I am right now. All I know is that I'm standing here, in a park, at 12:53 now, at night with no where to go. I mean, where the fuck am I going to sleep tonight? A street corner most likely. That's a lovely bed to look forward to. Especially with all the creeps about at this time: The criminals, the insane people, the gangs, the murderers, the rapists,
Or worse...
What even could be worse?
I don't think I wanna know.I left my home behind. I can't go back there.
Literally, I'm in a city for fuck's sake! I've only heard about cities, never been in one myself. The rural area which I had come to know I had left a long time ago.
So-so I'm just a sitting duck. I can't do anything. I have nowhere to go. What the hell do I do now?
Tears began to roll down my cheeks. My eyes had that uncomfortable redness. I started breathing heavily and sniffing. The more I thought, the worse I felt. I slumped on a nearby bench and started to weep, my hands covering my eyes. The bench had that moulding wood and it was moist and disgusting to sit on but I didn't care.
I was lost.
Until I felt a pair of warm, comforting hands embrace me. Almost motherlylike. I paused my crying and gingerly lifted my face away from my hands.
"Are you ok there?" Came a soft voice. Though my tears, I looked up at the figure who sat next to me.
It was a girl, but she didn't look like it. Butch, very butch. She gave me a kind smile. Her hair was shaved and only at the top of her head tied in a bun, dyed jet black.
She wore the kind of top that revealed her muscular arms. On her right forearm there was a large, fierce snake tattoo and on her ears there many piercings. She noticed the look of suprise on my face,"Sorry I couldn't just walk past you crying like that." Her voice was deep and nothing like any girl that I've heard in my life.
"Aw no why you crying?" Came another voice from in front of me. This one belonged to a boy who was tall, skinny and had a curvatous body. His figure was almost feminine. He had chocolate coloured skin and dark hair that shined from the gell in it.
"Why don't you just spill everything that's going on in that head of yours hm?" He said in a loud fruity voice, sitting (more like jumping) on the other side next to me. Before I could even question who these ac friendly people were there came more voices.
"Hey where'd you guys go?" Came a quiet voice. Then followed by, "There they are." In a sharp tone that was dripped in misery. Out of the darkness stepped two more girls. The one on the left had a boney face with a warm smile. Bright, honey coloured hair braided into long plaits with big chunky black glasses. The girl on the right wore a grim look on her pallid face. She was shouded in a old battered army jacket and wrapped around her head was a black headband. She had wavy, tangled, dirty blonde hair.
"What's going on?" Squeaked the one with the glasses, with a genuine concerned look on her face. "Who's this?" Pointed the other at me.
"Oh, this is...um what's your name?" The butch girl asked me.
"T-Thomas."
"Ooh nice name! She was crying and we just had to comfort her!" Exclaimed the boy.
A.N
There you go 2 chapters in one night! Things are about to get interesting...Nelly Xx
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