Dark Dreams, A Blood On The Dance Floor fanfic
I hope this doesn't suck! Please tell me what you think. Thank you!
Chapter One
I sighed as I leaned against the railing outside the mall. The wind blowing through my hair as I took a drag on my cigarette. I frowned and looked down at it. A memory I thought I had gotten rid of came rushing back like a punch to the face.
*Flashback*
I looked up at him with big green eyes and smiled. ''What was that? Can I have one?'' I asked sweetly looking at the ashtray filled with cigarette butts. I squealed as he scooped me off the floor and into a tight hug. ''Oh hell to the no! These things can kill you! Promise that you'll never use them'' He said into my thick black hair. ''I promise I will never, ever use whatever those are daddy'' I said and hugged him back.
*End Flashback*
I groaned and threw the stick to the ground stepping on it and squishing it the gravel. ''You promised… that… you… would… never… do… this!" Each word was punctuated with me stomping on it until I could barely see it anymore. I wanted to scream as I felt tears sting at my eyes. Even though it was already broken I was going to follow that promise starting right now. I took a deep breath and stuck my hands in the pockets of my hoodie before walking back inside the mall. My name is Slaya Night. I'm fifteen with long thick black hair that has the tips dyed purple, and shinning green eyes. I ran away awhile back and I haven't been happy. Not even a little. I can't go home because I'm too afraid of what they might think or say. Huh, and here I was raised on the fact that I was supposed to fearless and not give a damn about what others think of me. But these days it seemed that was all I was thinking and worrying about. I worked part time at the Hot Topic and lived with one of my friends. Or the only friend I guess I had made here. I take a small bit of pride in how I made it from L.A. to New York by myself at only the age of thirteen. ''Hey! There you are, are you okay?'' It was my friend Star. He had chocolate brown eyes and brown hair with streaks of blonde in it. Yeah Star was a weird name for a boy but he didn't care and I was fine with it so nothing else mattered. ''Um, as okay as I'll ever be, and you and I both know that's not very much'' I shrugged as we walked to the store. ''I guess, but don't be sad kay? I don't like seeing you sad'' He pouted making me laugh. It felt weird considering I don't laugh very much anymore. ''Alright I wont be sad anymore… atleast not around you'' I winked and he shoved me playfully. And no he doesn't like me like that if that's what you were thinking. He's gay okay? There aint nothing but friendship between us. ''Oh. My. God'' He said stopping suddenly. ''What?'' I asked and all he did was grab my head and force me t stare at the entrance to HotTopic. ''It's Dahvie Vanity and Jayy Von Monroe!" He practically squealed. I gasped. I needed to find a place to hide and quick. Why you ask? Because, those were my parents. And no, they never did anything wrong to me or hurt me. I just believed that I wasn't good enough and that they deserved a better daughter than me. That's why I needed to get away right now.
End first chapter.