Author's Note: I made another story :D I got inspired to make this, but no worries, I'm continuing the other one. I wouldn't dream of stopping the Zikki one XD anyway, the main character is Bella, and her big hero is Will. BellaxWill, Wella story
I was alone. Cold and alone. No one knew I was here. No one even knew I existed after my parents kicked me out of the house. All I had was myself. I lit a cigarette and put it to my mouth, leaning against the brick wall next to the dumpster. I blew out the smoke and looked around me. I know you're probably thinking, how did I end up in this situation? Long story short, I'm sixteen year old girl whose parents kicked her out for no reason. Just one day decided to. Wanted me to be on my own or something? I don't know. Whatever, I don't give a shit anymore. I picked up my glass beer bottle and put it to my mouth. I took a nice, long sip, then placed it back down. I know you must be thinking this is wrong, a sixteen year old girl smoking and drinking, but it's the only thing that keeps me sane. I'm genuinely not a bad girl anyway. There are worse people that come around here, offering me pot or weed. I always decline them. I don't do drugs, plain and simple. I used to think about quitting smoking too, but I don't think that's gonna happen. I'm too hooked now. I looked up at the stars in the sky. I wasn't always like this, and I regret getting myself into smoking and drinking. I used to be a proper, good girl with soft hair. I never stopped smiling. But that was then. Now I'm in this crappy situation, and my hair was a rat's nest.
All of the sudden, I felt a wet drop on my nose. I looked up, and rain started coming down. I smushed my cigarette's fire on the floor and threw it down. I grabbed a newspaper and put it over my head. I ran away, looking for a place outside that was dry. After finally settling under a tree, I folded up the newspaper and laid it down. I laid my head on it, and curled up into my clothes to keep as warm as possible. As I started drifting to sleep, I tried thinking about the job offers that I tried for, but got turned down. I tried to get a job before, but it didn't turn out as well as I thought. Before I was in this situation, I used to think the world revolved around me. Now I know the world couldn't care less about whether I died or lived. They couldn't care less if I was living on the street or not. I finally drifted off into a deep sleep while the rain beat down on my head. I dreamt about my family, my old life. I dreamt about my old school, and my old friends. Sometimes I wonder if my parents always hated me, if they always planned to put me out in this situation.
I awoke abruptly, from feeling a tap on my shoulder. "Ah!" I screamed, as I sat up. I saw a figure above me, gazing down at me. I couldn't make out his face, since it was so dark. "G-get away!" I started. I was shaking in nervousness. "Wh-who are you! Just go away!" He didn't move. I sat there, shaking. A couple minutes later, he spoke.
"Are you ok?" he asked, sounding concerned. Who was this guy to come up to a homeless and ask if they were ok? Is he an idiot? Although a million thoughts ran through my head, I didn't say anything.
"You look freezing," he continued. I still said nothing. I just looked up at the big figure. He leaned down and put a blanket around me. "My family and I have been watching you sleep out here for 30 minutes, in the rain, shivering like crazy."
I took the kind offer and cuddled myself into the blanket. He then took out a granola bar from his pocket. "Here," he said. "It's peanut and honey." I took it and unwrapped it so fast I looked like a wild animal. The only thing I've eaten in the past two days is one hamburger I managed to buy from McDonalds for two bucks I found on the road. I shoved the granola bar in my mouth and chewed rambunctiously. He was still sitting there in front of me.
"Do you need to get cleaned up?" he asked. "My folks and I are willing to offer you our guest room for the night. My mum was so worried when she saw you, and somehow convinced my dad. She said you looked like a teenager. Are you?" I nodded.
"I'm sixteen," I replied hoarsely, with a mouthful of granola. I took another bite and continued to chew. He nodded and stood up.
"I'll be back. One sec," he said, and he walked into his apartment complex. I sat there, continuing to scarf that granola bar down. I finally finished it, and licked my lips. The figure came back out and walked over to help me. I took the offer of help and stood up. He brought me inside his apartment and walked me up. A frantic woman whom I assumed was his mom came running toward us.
"Let me see her!" she shouted. She finally caught a glimpse of me and gasped, considering I probably looked a lot worse in the light now. "Oh, for heaven's sake! Child, you look as skinny as a skeleton! And my oh my, whatever happened to your hair! And those bags under your eyes! Will, get her situated immediately, she looks terrible!"
Gee thanks, I thought to myself. The boy who was called Will showed me into the bathroom and where everything was. He turned on the shower for me and left the room. Why a family would ever help a homeless in is beyond me, but I guess the mom was really anxious to get me cleaned up. I stripped and stepped into the shower. All of the sudden, I felt something amazing. Warm water was beating down on me, and my body was soon stripped of cold. It felt so relaxing; I haven't taken a hot shower for three months. The showers I got used to after I got kicked out were cold ones, from the rain. I sat down in the shower after being tired of standing up, and let the hot water continue to beat down on me.