Preface
Well for starters my life hasn't been the greatest. My parents got married because my mom got pregnant with me when she was 17, and divorced soon after I was born, and went their separate ways. I have never seen my dad and I hope it stays that way. Also every time I ever get close to someone at all, feel any feelings for them, they die. Never run away or become mentally ill in a hospital, die. The only person who hasn't died that I'm close to is my mom. Whenever someone
dies my mom packs all of our stuff, which isn't much, and we move again. On yeah, did I forget to mention I have 5 people who want to kill me right now? I know that should be the one of the worst things on my list but it isn't. I mean who wants to see their boyfriend or friends die every time you start to like them? So, I have deiced that I will not hurt anyone anymore. Today is the start of all the days I will never love again. If I don't die first.
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Chapter 1: Them
I sprinted up the faded red staircase into my room and slammed the door. "YOU ARE THE WORST MOTHER EVER!" She was making me move...again. All because my science partner died yesterday of some unknown cause. It wasn't like I killed her! She must be insane if she thought for even a second I would do something like that! I liked that girl she was...nice and friendly. I thought we could even be friends someday up until yesterday when she was confirmed dead.
I sighed and started packing my things up. I had never won any of the moving
arguments with my mother, so in the end I just wasted my valuable time left at whatever dump my mom deiced to live at for a while. I stared at my room. It was the biggest one I've ever gotten to sleep in. It had a brown scraped wood floor, with 2 windows on opposite walls with moth eaten curtains, one dresser laid against the wall and in the center was a HUGE bed with white sheets and giant fluffy pillows. That was the only plus besides the room being so huge. I picked my bag up and headed down stairs. I dropped it off at the bottom and ran out of the house before my mother could stop me.
I ran all the way to my favorite dinner, The Rocking Horse, and ordered a chocolate milkshake. When my waitress, Lindy, came back with my milkshake. When she was about to put it on the table when the tingle tingle noise of the bell from the door that meant their was a customer. She glanced over to see who it was and dropped my milkshake and the glass shattered. I looked over to see why she would drop it and saw them.
The first guy who looked like their leader had a scar across his face that went from his eye to his chin. He had an eye patch on and wore leather clothing. The rest of his crew all wore the same outfit and they all had a battle wound, if that's what you could call it, one had no ear, another half his nose, one's eye was as white as sea foam, another no hand, but one, only one, looked normal. Well, not normal, more god like you could say. He had brown straight hair that fell over his face without care, hazel eyes that anyone could get lost in, and his face, oh his face, was perfect in every way. He looked to be around my age, 17.
I wanted to talk to him, no yearned to talk to him. But I know that I couldn't because his crew he was with would probably hurt me if I tried to. He looked to be like their 'precious jewel' or something and I was not going to take any risks now. This boy.. if he was one, was one I would never thought I'd get the chance to talk to or even love or like.
I stared across at the men while my waitress cleaned up my milkshake. They just stood there. I wondered what brought them here and why they were just standing there? Couldn't they see they need to get out! That they were unwanted here..well except for the boy. I stood up as if I were to confront them and walked out of the dinner.
I figured my mom was already mad at me for leaving the house so a few more minutes wouldn't be that bad. I walked down the road kicking dust and rocks up as I thought of the mysterious gang. Who were they? What do they want? Why are they here? But the most important question of all. Who was that boy, that God like creature, that I practically fell in love with just by seeing him?
All of a sudden I heard laughter and the scuffling of feet behind me. I turned around to see who else would be walking among this dirt road at this hour and out of no where someone hit me in the gut so hard that I could feel the air rushing out of me. This person then put a bag over my head and picked me up and started to run. The bag I assumed was drugged because I started to feel sleepy. My last thoughts before I fell into a drugged sleep was 'I'm getting kidnapped, what will my mother think?'.