Ok so I am sorry in advance if this story is bad, because I have low self esteem. But this is totally and completely mine and in no way anybody else's.
Chapter 1
I think I've always had problems. More than I could have hope to admit. I use to not sleep, no I couldn't sleep. I'd yell and scream, so much that my parents got sick of it and sent me off to my own apartment. I also didn't eat; I guess that's what they call anorexic or something. It was like I was in living hell, but I got used to it. Everyone does. That was until I met stain.
I had been acting normal. I mean as normal as a disturbed girl can be. I acted alone, probably because I was. Probably because I was disturbed, or something like that. I thought that no one would talk, that no one would bother me. I was the person that everyone knew but ignored, also the one that they made fun of for being goth. I was Eliza the normal goth girl with long silky auburn hair, and pale blue eyes. Unlike the normal goth people I didn't wear makeup I was just an outcast, a loner.
I guess I was paranoid. Stain was the new kid, the new toy for all the girls. And I was the goth girl, we would never talk. But when I walked around the corner I found him. With a girl, but you could've told that. I guess I walked away at that time, but then I smelled blood. Yeah I smell blood. I told you I was disturbed, unnatural, and weird. Then the girl was gone just like that. Of course I didn't care, she was nobody to me. The real person I cared about was stain. The questions in my mind were: how he did it, how could I do it, how could I gain that power of whatever he was and make it mine. Yeah I had nothing to live for, so I was disturbed.
"How?" He turned around with blood as red as ruby's around his mouth….beautiful. He was as pale as a full moon. Wow I am just overflowing of inner monologue. I guess he didn't notice me before or he would've hid the body.
Just as he was about to say something we heard voices…great someone's coming. I grab his blood-covered arm and ran to the only place I knew was safe, the gym. No one goes to the gym, not at our school. There, gym is a choice, not a command, so of course no one goes there.
"Why?" He says to me. I take out a tissue.
"Why what?" I start to wipe the blood off of his face.
"Why did you protect me? You don't know me, or what I am."
"No, I don't know what you are. But I want to know you, and what you are. I mean you're amazingly powerful. I want it." He scoffs.
"If you knew what I am you'd be afraid." Wait, why am I telling him this, why am I talking to him? I walk away from him, but he stops me.
"Wait, you're not going to tell anyone?" His hand his grasped around mine.
"Why would I? It's not like I would." I undo his arm.