The Bad Boy's Black Heart

One: I know what its like to hurt.

Chapter One..

Alaska's POV...

$ years ago..

I was sat on the beach breathing in the fresh salty smell of the sea. It was late and the sun had set leaving the sky full of midnight stars. I was going to miss this place when I go to Italy for four years.

I was about to take a picture of the scenery when I heard some one yelling, crying to themselves. I looked around trying to see where the noise was coming from when I spotted a dark figure sat further along the beach, I got up from my current spot and began walking over to the mysterious person.

"Why!why me? Why" The voice demanaded, I could tell by the deepened of the voice that it was a boy, around 13 , the same age as me. As I got closer I saw the metal object he was holding, as the moonlight reflected off the blade.

"Wow,wow. Stop. Hey, what's wrong" I rushed out as I sat in front of the random guy. I looked down to see he was about to harm himself. Oh no.

"Hey look at me" I put my fingers under his chin to make him look at me. As he looked up I noticed he had piercing chocolate eyes that have a fleck of gold in them.

"Don't do this to yourself" I said shaking my head. He obviously didn't like what I said because his eyes hardened and he began to shout "Do what, ey! What am I doing! This has nothing to do with you! You don't know how I feel! You don't know what it's like for this to be your only way out!" He yelled in my face, but to his amazement I didn't even flinch.

"But I do" I whispered.

His eyes snapped up to mine, staring at me intently. I sighed and sat beside him, taking his hand in mine.

"A couple of month ago I lost my Dad. The day he died my whole life came crashing down. I never thought I could get over the pain you know? So one day when I was taking a bath I picked up my razor and tried to release the pain." I tried to speak confidently but it was clear I was struggling with my words.

"It doesn't help, eventually you realise that. But I know what it's like to want to die, how it hurts to smile, how you try to fit in, but you can't. How you hurt yourself on the outside, to try to kill the thing on the inside"

After my confession, he just sat there and looked at me. "And how did you kill the thing on the inside?" He asked curiously.

"Truth is, I'm still trying to figure out how, it's still there. I guess that's why my mums sending me to Italy" I still haven't forgave my mum for sending me to Italy, my 15 year old brother can stay here at home but I have to go to a different country?

"Your going to Italy?" He asked confused. "Yup, my mum figured time away would be right for me. I have an uncle that lives there, he's my dads brother and he said it would be a great idea" I picked up a handful of sand and let it run threw my fingers.

"And you? Do you think it's a good idea?" The question caught me off guard, I knew I needed to get away but I didn't want to go.

"It's complicated. I think it would be good for me but here reminds me of dad" I was getting all emotional thinking about all the memories this small town held.

I wasn't exactly the gorgeous girl of the school, after my dad fell poorly I put on a lot of weight and finally hitting puberty isn't helping my skin at all.

I was brought out of my thoughts when my phone vibrated in my pocket. "Hey, I gotta go, I'm leaving for Italy in a few hours and I still need to pack" I sent him a small smile and stood up.

"Thank you" it was barley audible but I still heard it. "Anytime" and with that I walked home.

Ready to start a new life.

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Authors note,

Sorry I know it was a little depressing but this kind of shows you a little bit of why the guy is later on in the story. Well the next chapter;-)

Thank you all for reading!

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