Hello! This is my first time writting a story and Im not a very good writer but I want to share some of my ideas so Im giving it a try. I want to thank my Beta reader Marikatsku, she helps make this story so much better. Leave reviews telling me what you think and share ideas. Thats it, I hope you guys enjoy the story.
Chapter 1: Meeting
My stomach growled loudly, causing me to grip it tightly in hope of quieting it down. Jeez I'm so hungry. I thought grumpily to myself.
Ever since my parents died in a fire my life has been horrible. The stupid people in the orphanage think they can treat me however they want because I'm a kid and I can't do anything about it. But today was the last straw. I walked out of that orphanage with my pride and the clothes on my back.
Now here I am starving and wandering the streets. If I'm correct there should be a soup kitchen around here. Stumbling through the crowd I gazed at the many buildings some more intact than others, but sitting at the end of the street was this part of the cities only soup kitchen. As I was walking to the overrun soup kitchen I passed by an ally on the other side of the street and saw two burly silhouettes beating a smaller figure.
When the beatings quieted down a smaller figure came staggering into the light. It was a kid who looked to be 17, two years older than me, he was short with spiky golden hair, sky blue eyes and three whisker marks on each of his cheeks. I pitied the beaten kid. He doesn't look like the kind of guy to hurt someone but its none my business. So why should I interfere.
I walked into the soup kitchen where there were round tables spread around the place, to the right was were you go to get your soup and bread. To the left was a small stage with a microphone, drum set, speakers, and amps hooked to guitars.
There weren't many people here and some people sat near others they seemed to have known, chatting quietly. A girl sat at the far left of the kitchen near the stage sitting alone. She had silk black hair that stopped in the middle of her back and red eyes. She wore black skinny jeans with zippers and black suspenders dangling from the belt loops. Her black sweater seemed to be one size to big, so continued to re adjust them up her arms constantly. Her combat boots were also muddied with the questionable trash that were littered throughout the city.
I went over and got a bowl of soup and a piece of bread and sat at the empty table next to the black haired girl, in front of the stage. Stumbling in a minute later the blonde kid I saw being beaten in the ally came in and got some food. He was at a loss as to where to sit, as though he didn't want to sit alone but he didn't want to sit near anyone he saw, until his eyes landed on me.
He walked up to my table and with a grin on his face asked "Can I sit here?"
"Sure" I said nonchalantly.
He sat down and started eating his food with rigor. As he stuffed his face with the little food he was given I got a good look at him since he was in the light now and not a dark ally. He was wearing old ripped jeans and an orange sweater with old converse sneakers. The three of us sat in silence until another party piqued up. He had pale blonde hair and blue eyes. He had on a pair old raged jeans, a purple top and some old sneakers. He came over to our table and asked lazily "Mind if I join you guys?"
The blonde sitting with me looked at me as if asking permission. I rolled my eyes at mumbled "No one's stopping you."
He sat down with a thump and the whiskered kid introduced himself "Names Naruto" he said with a smile.
"My names Alois" the other blonde said, also with a small smile of his own. They both looked at me as if expecting me to speak.
"I'm Ciel" I said begrudgingly.
We all sat and talked about nothing in particular. A few minutes later group of people came onto the stage in front of us. They readied their instruments and a guy stepped up to the mike.
"Good evening everyone. We are here for more than just entertainment. We hope to make you believe that you still matter and you can make something of yourself no matter what people say or do to you."
'Whatever'. I thought thinking it was all just bullshit but when the music started I was captivated.
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's only me and I walk alone
The lyrics explained how I felt. It was just me, I walked alone on the streets with no one beside me.
I walk this empty street
On the boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone
I walk alone, I walk alone (x2)
My shadows only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone up here will find me
Till then I walks along
uh uh uh uhhhh uh uh
They were all focused on their part. Trying to make the performance as good as possible. Why?
I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the boarder line of the edge and where I walk alone
Read between the lines what's fucked up and everything's all right
Check my vital signs
Know I'm sill alive and I walk alone
I walk alone, I walk alone (x2)
Their music says something. I look around and realize I'm not the only one astounded. Everyone is looking at them, giving them their attention. People look at them like their important.
My shadows only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone up their will find me
Till then I walk along
uh uh uh uhhhh uh uh uh
I walk alone I walk alone
The Naruto kid next to me was watching the guy on the guitar and Alois was looking at the guy on the drums. I looked over at the girl next to our table and saw her staring dreamily, like she was wishing she could be up there. Just like me.
I walk this empty street
On the boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps and I'm the only one
And I walk alone
My shadows only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone up their will find me
Till then I walks along
When the song came to an end everyone clapped and cheered. I was shocked these people had me staring off into space and my mind filled with jumbled thoughts just by getting on stage and singing.
"Thank you. Good night everyone." After the lead singer said that the group walked off the stage. I didn't want them to go. I wanted to listen to them, but at the same time I wanted to get up there myself and sing and make other people feel the same way they made me feel. I wanted people to look at me they way everyone here looked at them. I didn't know what this feeling was. . . But I didn't want to loose it.