(song: Punk Rock Chick (Pretty in Black) - Joel Faviere)
Good. I’m glad they can’t deal with me anymore. I wanted to leave this hellhole anyway. I liked the way I was now- I was exactly who I wanted to see every day in the mirror. I really don’t care what anyone thinks about me anymore. I finished shoving my things in my duffle bag, before picking up my guitar case and leaving without another glance into the life I had.
My iPod was blaring in my ears as I walked down the road with my head down. I wasn't going home anytime soon.
My parents had a huge screaming match with me over some of the things I'd done in the past month that ultimately resulted in kicking me out. I snuck out to go to concerts, went to parties held by people my parents didn't want me hanging out with, getting snake bites and a tattoo, and just a bunch of other harmless things. I mean, come on; it's not like I killed somebody! Well, I had almost killed this guy I was messing around with, Diego. We had been drinking way to much one night and ended up in this huge spat, half of which I don’t remember. Diego seemed to think that I belonged to him, though neither of us had ever made anything official; all we really ever did was fuck then fight. He still follows me around, even though I told him to get lost. He was a big part of the reason my parents wanted me out.
I was getting ready to leave anyway.
I was getting cold...and very hungry. It had been some odd hours since I had something in my stomach, since I really hadn’t eaten much yesterday, due to the fact that if I left my room, a screaming match would start up. The constant growling of my stomach was beginning to make me notice how much it actually hurt-it was starting to make me light headed. I decided to sit down for a few minutes, maybe let the crisp, early-fall air clear my head a bit.
But once I sat down, the world started tipping to the side, almost as if I were tilting a camera to get a different perspective. There were few people walking past and those that did look at me, didn’t dare stop, not wanting to get involved with a kid like me.
“Hey, you okay?” A voice close to me asked urgently as I closed my eyes and succumbed to the blackness.
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A Veiled Journey (ON HOLD)
Hayran KurguAxelle Quinn has caused quite a bit of trouble in her life, all of this stemming from the one event that she knew she would have to face at one point or another, though she didn't think it would be this soon. She's out on her own now, but then she m...
