NEW STORY! Woo-hoo.

This is just a little sneak peek to see what you guys think.. and since it's around 12am and I have school tomorrow which I don't care about I thought "Hey why not get started on that new story i promised everyone"

~Chaper One: Prologue~

I rubbed my freezing hands to keep them warm. Damn I wish this shit hole had a heater. So cold.

I was sat in the corner of my house. Well, it wasn't really a house more like half a house.

Still don't get what I mean?

Okay, imagine a teenage boy's bedroom…then imagine it being 10 times messier, smaller and half the walls are missing…there you go. This was my living condition, and it has been for the last fucking 8 years. I'm now 17. Yes, I was 9 when I became 'homeless'

Actually I'm not legally classed as homeless, I live in a abounded house. To be quite frankly a think it used to belong to a murder, because of its blood stained walls. It creeps me out but I've learnt to live with it.

Being homeless has its perks. Like, like. Never mind. It sucks. I hate it. But, there's nothing I can do.

Oh, I'm Alison Dawson by the way. Call me Ally. All my friends do well… they would if had friends.

I'm 17, I live alone in a crappy run down house. That we've established.

Now what else is there to tell… I love music. I play the piano…I learnt a long time ago. I use the school's piano. I also write songs, which is what takes up most of the time in my life...

Right. School. My school life is so much better than my home life…Okay, joke over. Nobody knows I even exist, I'm even sure the teachers don't know my name they call me 'darling' or some other pet name. I seriously think someone's put Harry potter's cloak of invisibility around me without me knowing.

Family. You see what happened there was, my mom was murdered in front of me and my dad, there was a robbery and he had a gun and the rest is history, that happened when I was 7.

A year later my dad killed himself. Probably, because he couldn't live with the image of my mom's bloody body just lying there. Then these man came to 'take me to a better place' as they put it.

But when your 8 and scary men are telling you to come with them…you're gonna' run. And I did, I ran until I reached a train station…somewhere. Then, this kind, old woman asked me what happened. I told her my story and she gave me some money to get back home. Unfortunately, I got on a random train and ended up here. I found this place and lived her since. When I turned 15 I ended up going to school with a fake identity, sorta. A fake address and everything anyway. They don't have clue about my living conditions and they never will.

With my 8 years of living alone, I've really managed to build up a defence wall (mentally) there one thing you learn when you're like me…trust no one, and do anything to survive.

Boom. That's it. Pretty short but hey...