Broken Rose

Chapter 1

Callie's POV

When you're in pain, you just kinda sit there, not wanting to do anything.
When you try to teach someone something, they don't always learn.
And when you can't do anything about it then there's nothing to be done.

This is me. Living, but not. Let me tell you my story...

It was my freshman year in high school. My parents had just left to go on a cruise. They said they'd be back in two weeks but never came back, so I was living by myself with no friends. No siblings. Nothing. Just a house that I would soon lose because I couldn't pay any bills. I had a lot if feeling building up inside if me with no way to get them out. I heard somewhere that you can feelings out by exercising, but I was not doing that. I also heard somewhere that you could get them out by doing things, like dancing. So that's what I did.
I began dancing and got more into it and better at it as time went on. By tenth grade, I lost the house and people started bullying me. Not physically but on social media, like Facebook and Twitter. Things like ' go drink bleach.' or ' if you just kill yourself, we'd all be better off. ' This got to me. I had no friends to go to for reassurance. I had no mum or dad to go to for help. I knew a lot of girls, mostly, were cutting to "relieve pain" but I just thought it was for attention. I tried it but it wasn't my favourite thing to do. So I pretty much stuck with dancing.

By my junior year, the people who were bullying me had gone to in school bullying as well. I had dropped out of school. I couldn't handle the bullies anymore. I went to my ' home ' one night and all my stuff was gone. The clothes I had, my ravage of food. Everything. People never saw me anymore so they thought that I had finally committed suicide. But in reality I was committing crimes, stealing food and clothing. I had absolutely nothing to live for.

That was until a girl who said she knew me came along. I don't know her and I don't know how she would recognize me. I mean I was thirty pounds underweight. I looked like a skeleton! I had no idea.

"I know you." she said, "you're her." she just kept repeating that to herself. This lady wouldn't allow me on her home but she brought me food everyday and clothes and she was just so kind.

After about three weeks of this, she just stopped. She stopped coming to me. Stopped caring for me. Did I do something? Did someone else change her mind? Did she change her mind? I never found the answer to these questions. But I did do one thing, and that was dance. I couldn't not dance. Every night I would sneak into a studio and dance until light. That night that the girl stopped feeding me was when it happened. I was pliéing and releveing in the dark studio when my eyes buzzed and I got really dizzy. I started seeing black spots and my legs gave out. I was really sick. I couldn't stand so I lay there, unmoving.

In the morning, workers of the studio brought me to a hospital. The doctors kept me for two days prior to the accident. Then they let me go home, but little did they know that I had no home. I was homeless, and I hated to admit it.

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Louis' POV

I took another swig of the alcohol clutched in my sweaty hand. It was just nothing now. I had drunk so much that it tasted like nothing. I have a tendency to drink my problems away and tonight's problem was a big one.
I got up to use the bathroom when the bar tender stood in my way. She thought she was sexy with her knee high socks and short skirt. I mean yes it would have been if it weren't for her face...she had lipstick on her teeth for fuck's sake!

I let out an annoyed sigh but she didn't get the hint.

"C'mon don't you wanna go in the back room and do things..." she says putting her hands on me. I brush them off and walk passed her towards the bathroom.
I open the swinging door to reveal two overly drunk, and probably high, people having sex right in front of me. I roll my eyes and stomp out of the clammy club. This is just ridiculous, I mean really. They didn't even look up!

I'm at least not too drunk to know that I shouldn't drive so I start walking down the street, stumbling some along the way. I walk for about nine or ten minutes when I come across an alley. I don't think anything of it so I just keep walking. But I stop abruptly when I hear sobs and cries coming from the alley. It sounds like a girl...

I slowly walk into the alley and follow the sobs to the far corner. It is a girl. She has her knees pulled up to her chest with her head buried in them. The girls dirty blonde hair falls around her and she notices me. When she looks up I see a pair of bright green eyes. As I look into them more I see brown and even a bit of blue. She's...beautiful.
I crouch down next to her and she flinches back.

"It's okay, love. What's your name?" I ask her but she scoots away from me. By the looks of it, I don't think she had a home.

"You don't have to tell me." I say and rest my aching head against the brick wall behind me. She must have a tough life. I can't help but feel bad for her and I don't even know her.

"Callie..." I hear the faintest voice say.
I look down at Callie and see that she still has tears rolling down her red and puffy cheeks.

"Louis." I tell her, she scoots a bit closer to me now.

"Where's your house Callie?" I ask her even though I already know the answer.

All she does is look at her fingers and shakes her head. I pretend that she just doesn't want to tell me, so I stand to leave. Once I get to the end of the alley I turn around. Callie is in the same position as when I found her.

I shouldn't get involved with her. But I can't seem to let her go. And the thing is that the only thing I know about her is her name. I always do this. I always find a girl way too good for me and freakin fall for her. I don't believe in love though. In my point of view love is just a feeling and I can't feel that feeling. Love is something you want to feel and I don't have the desire to feel that. So I don't.

Love isn't something I'm worried about.