To lose your soul is a very painful thing; to lose your soul and still be alive to mourn the loss is much, much worse. Trust me I know from experience. The first 14 years of my life passed like any other girls. Growing up with your family, really liking Barbies and wanting one to the point of murder and then hating Barbies to the point of murder. Primary school, where a fall out with your friend over a sparkly pen seems like it is going to end your world. After that puberty and secondary school where you are formed into to person you will be considered to be for the rest of your life, a goth or emo (commonly grouped together, but very different!) or maybe a slapper or a popualar (yeah why not be labelled as a bitch for the rest of your life).
The last two months have been anything but normal. This all started on the 28th January 2013. The first day I ever met a real shinigami.
"The cinema is a good idea but I just don't have the money!"
"Then I will pay."
"We are divorced, I will not take your charity!"
I don't mean to sound selfish but it was my birthday and they still couldn't stop arguing about the same thing they had been arguing about for the whole year they have been divorced. Money, affording this and paying for that. You would think they would be able to stop for one day but it seems not. So I do what any other teenager would do in my situation, I run away.
We haven't long moved here but I do know my way around despite having a really bed sense of direction, so I make my way to the local newsagents in hope that they have what I am looking for.
"Yes!"
They do. I drink in the sight of a new Black Butler volume sitting on the shelf. Something I have been looking for for a long time. Heaven!
"ALICIA JOHNSON!"
Great the silence is broken. My mum is making her way towards me and boy does she look pissed. I probably would have been able to stand my ground an face her but in the heat of the moment I found myself running.
I knew the main roads and high streets but not the back streets where the rats lurked and the hobos and druggies squatted in the corners, where I found myself. I ran and ran until my lungs burned, my headed pulsed and the soles of my feet burned. Yep I could definitely do with some more regular exercise. I looked around and discovered that I had absolutely no idea where I was. There was no going back now and I was in deep shit. That's when I heard the scream.
AN# I hope this is okay for a first attempt I have been meaning to write it down I won't write the second chapter until I know there is someone out there ganging for me ;)
PerrySutcliff!
