HI! I know I suck at keeping up with my story's but I promise this is a story I'm almost done writing this story so I should be done with this one in maybe a month.((I'm always busy))
I don't own any of the characters except Alyss because she is my own creation.
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ALYSS: POV
The lights flashed in this dark and sweaty hole, people wanted to call a club. This was where I'd meet him. My favorite band was playing on stage and I dragged my best friends to the punk show. They couldn't understand my taste in music, but they knew I loved punk music as much as I loved to breath. Although my friends agreed to come, they refused to go in to the pit with me so I went myself even though it was my first time. I noticed that I was one of the few girls in the pit and I didn't care or think what would happen, like always.
It smelled and I could feel the beat of the drum moving everyone even me. As I pushed and rubbed against sweaty muscular and scrawny men I was shoved down to the ground, by a man who was getting way to into it for his own good. He had a blue Mohawk and from my grounded point of view was really tall. He looked like an animal the way he moved to the beat. I remember him well because he kicked me hard the most I was knocked in the back of my head pretty good and no one seemed to notice my presence on the floor. They all continued to kick and shove dancing all around me none of them looking down at me. I remember my cousin saying people used to stop if they even got too rough but this time they weren't stopping; times had changed and I lived in an era that people didn't care if u lived unless it affected them.
I was kicked in the ribs, stomach, face, and back; I was stomped on, feeling my hand unable to move when I attempted to get up. My glasses had a crack in them, but I could still see that I was bleeding profoundly on the floor. I coughed and spit blood to only go down again in pain with a hit to the back of the head. Lying there in my blood I felt my consciousness slip away and panic sunk right in. 'I have to get up! Get up!' I screamed at myself mentally attempting one last time to get up. I thought I succeeded when I felt hands holding me up by my waste and my stomach did flips. I tried to look around but my head was spinning and from what I saw there was room around me, a crowd was staring at me, and the band had stopped playing. I couldn't hear a thing the man holding me was telling me other than a beeping noise that rung for what seemed like ages.
I began to slip away again sliding on to the edge that would send me to the welcoming abyss. I was laying down now and I heard sweet words whispered in to my ears telling me "I'll be fine". His voice was raspy and deep it soothed me long enough that i began to slip faster in to the abyss. I felt a bit of shake and something hit my face, which surprised me that I had feeling at all. The last thing I remember seeing before I fell off the edge in my mind was my friends break through the crowd in panic. Then it was black.