It happened too fast, at least that's what I believe now. If things had gone slower or if I was a bit older... I wouldn't have lost myself the way that I did. But looking back I don't believe that I could change it.
The theft, the drugs, the killing. Any of it.
Because it all led up to us being together and even though the final battle is approaching, and we all might lose our lives, I couldn't be happier.
The beginning date is 2008, when I was just barley 13. The boy I had a crush on mysteriously vanished one day with out a word. I'll be honest, he was the one thing that gave me a tiny shred of confidence, and to this day still is. Fast forward two years and I was almost 15 in an abusive relationship, had no legs, and no real reason to live.
Chapter One
The alarm beeped multiple times yanking Tavros from his sleep. He looked over and sighed, gently tapping the screen of his phone to make it stop.
"5 am..." he said in realization. He pulled himself up, looked down, and what he saw angered him.
From the waist down there was nothing at all. Only a year ago they were there. Granted they didn't work, but they were still there. After he got a few surgeries done on both of his legs, just to make movement easier, they got badly infected. After giving him every pill and antibiotic that they could his doctors deemed it useless and had to resort to amputating his legs so the infection wouldn't spread.
He remembered how much he cried when he first saw himself the afternoon they finished...
After sitting still for a few moments, he grabbed the railing next to his bed and turned his body to where the chair was. After a bit of difficulty, he got in and rolled himself to where the bathroom was. It took him the better part of an hour to get everything he needed done.
When he was finally done in the bathroom he placed on his prosthetic legs and arm braces then got dressed. The prosthetics didn't do a lot, but they did give him the sensation of restricted walking. It put a huge strain on him, but he would be in more stress if he had just decided to just go to school in his wheel chair. His girlfriend didn't think it was attractive when he didn't ware them and would probably antagonize or curse at him for embarrassing her.
By the time Tavros finished getting dressed and feeding himself, it was already 7:15 and he needed to walk two blocks so he could get to school by 7:45. Placing his bag on his shoulder and patting his dog on his head, he headed to the high-school.
A beat up and rusted pick up truck pulled up to the back of a local high school and stuck out like a sore thumb. The driver parked on the far side of the parking lot trying not to be conspicuous. He let out an extenuated sigh as put his hair in beenie.
He pulled out a pack of Marlboro's and his lighter while exiting the vehicle.
Gamzee lit one of the cigarettes as he leaned against his car. He inhaled and looked around the back of the school.
'Gross...' he thought to himself. He exhaled the smoke as a few cars started pooling in. It was mainly just teachers looking to catch a smoke break before school, or students doing the same. None of them the person he was looking for.
"Come on..." he growled growing impatient, he kept looking back at his phone. He couldn't help but to notice the stares aimed towards him though. He started to wonder what people had said while he was gone... He took another drag.
He exhaled and watched the smoke float away. The cigarette he was smoking tasted awful. It wasn't the brand he was used too but he would make do with what he had at the moment.
He looked down at his phone. 7:30. He would be there soon. The tall boy took another drag from the dying cig.
"I wonder what he's gonna think of me now..."
an: So that was the first chapter and I would really like some feed back on it. I honestly don't think I'm going to continue this story unless a good group of readers want me too as well. So please don't expect a chapter in the next week.