The Outsiders Imagines

Crearive writing project

What Do YA think?

"What A Shitty Life?"

" I'm dying,"

" No you're not"

" Its my schizophrenia"

" No its not"

Meet Paige. Paige Hughes, my best friend with an imaginary never ending list of diseases. She was not always like this, well not until her parents were brutally murdered by the Italian mafia. She has golden hair that shines in the sunlight and these chocolate brown eyes that used to be filled with innocence. She is 5'5" with legs that never end. I vaguely remember who she was before all of what she became. Now she is a drug abusing, Hypochondriac, Paranoid, high matainance girl I fell hopelessly for. As for me, I'm Arthus Crespo but Paige calls me Archie and my neighbors call me menace. I've got black oiled up hair with deep blue eyes and a tattoo of a rose on my forearm in honor of my mom. My family used to hold huge neighborhood house parties and block parties where everyone was invited, it almost felt as if we used to be the one thing that connected our neighbors together, but that was then this is now. When I was nine years old I watched a knife penetrate my mothers chest, in and out, seven times. Shortly after my father was killed slowly and painfully, the Mafia tortured him for two weeks, till finally someone shot him. That someone was unfortunately my brother, who decided to disown my parents and join the mafia. Rigatoni is his nickname since Toni is too damn common in New york. I'm currently fourteen and I'm in the Mob, well a gang that does some of the mobs dirty work. The leader of this gang died and left it to my brother and he ever so roughly pointed a chunky gun at my forehead saying, " I enjoy shooting people and watching their blood seep out of their wounds, its beautiful how it mirrors Niagara falls, it just flows and flows. Oh yeah I wanted to ask you if you're interested in joining the gang?" That was code for " hey if you don't join the gang I'm not only going to shoot you but I'm going to enjoy it to!" I guess I forgot to mention my brother suffers from insanity. I was born and raised in New York, New york; yet after everything my brother couldn't afford to pay the rent, and on top of that he didn't know what rent was. Now we live in a nasty ole' apartment on the streets, we can hardly afford even that; I am obviously underage so I've had to get under the table jobs, where all the disgusting, enraging, exhausting jobs come from. I've had to cut down on partying and smoking bush, but its either booze and bush or bed and food. We don't have an air conditioner, so we are always out; the bed in the one bedroom is for sleeping and that's all the time we spend in this ratty shithole.

Now that I look, the streets are no better; I see the line of stoners in stolen winter coats sleeping on the grainy asphalt in the alleyway. As I'm walking I catch myself whistling to the tune "All The Time" by the Bahamas, its an intriguing song that makes me forget all my troubles and just stay in twilight. But when I saw Paige it only pushed me further, she looked a mess, and I guess she was Lindsay the Emo with heavy eye makeup and holey jeans, yet she still held my interest no matter whom she destined to be that moment.

"Hi Paige"

" I'm Lindsay for the day," she protested with slight malice.

I nodded in understanding, then I slowly turned around the corner and walked back to her, pretending I haven't seen her yet.

"Oh hi Lindsay, didn't see you there, how are you doing this fine morning?" I said, approaching her in the process.

She smiled, " I'm doing good, wanna go? I got to tell you something," those familiar eyes that held important news alerted me

" Alright," I said in my thick Italian accent that surely comforted her.

She looked frazzled, worn maybe?