It's my first story, but I welcome constructive cirtism(that spelling... e_e). i try to edit before i upload, so if you find anything, just tell me :)The night air was brisk, chilling me to the bones, as the moon rose to the east. It was almost time for me to go out. I looked out the open window to the trees behind my apartment. I turn back to my room, the simple room consists of a bed and a dresser. The only light is from the window that takes up one side of the room. I went over to the dresser and opened the bottom drawer quietly. Glancing at the door that I knew was locked, I opened the false bottom of the drawer. Under the drawer is a stack of clothes. You might be asking why im being so secretive about what it is, honestly I don't know myself. Its been too long since this actually happened to still dread the people who tortured me. The night air spoke to me, drawing me to the window yet again. The clothes in the false bottomed drawer hid my secret, my only sanity. and now, I was going to leave, leave him and his stupid promises of safety. Then I heard a sound. I quickly put my clothes and precious object back in their hiding place, closing it off. He unlocked my room as I shut the drawer. Tomorrow's another night, I'll escape this hell then.
At the time though, I didn't know that tomorrow wouldn't be the same, but an all together start of yet another nightmarish part of my life.
Chapter One
"Get up you worthless waste of space!" I hear my father yell at my door, banging it loudly. I get up from my bed and make it, to avoid his plight. My father is very… possessive… and wants things the way he wants them, or else. I dress in a black long-sleeve shirt and black jeans. I pull out of the pocket my only mirror, or a sliver of one at least. I use it to try and fix my long black hair. I give up after a little time passes and put it into a braid. It still reaches my calves braided, so i take it out and braid it more intricately, so it only reaches the small of my back.
"Hurry up Eve, you have to go to school!" he yells, rattling the door then unlocking it. I grab my backpack (black of course) and start towards the front door, hoping I can leave before he can get to me. I see his shadow and know I'm screwed. He grabs me by my hair and flings me across the room. I slam into the island in the kitchen/dining room. my head flings back and I feel blood start to slowly drip through my hair. good thing its dark like my hair I think to myself. He lumbers over and grabs my shoulder, lifting me up by it. I stare right into his eyes, the brilliant blue like sapphires against his milky white skin.
"You know the punishment for sneaking around Eve, you deserve this." he says calmly, and then knees my stomach, making me double over as much as I can with him holding onto me. he keeps hitting me, more than usual, but eventually gets bored and drops me. I take the limited composure I have and suck down the pain, quickly sprinting for the door. I barely make it out the door before he comes after me, yelling at me as I run down the hall of the apartment complex. I jump through the center of the stairs, rolling as I hit the bottom of the three flights I fall. I run towards the door, barely avoiding a teen loitering in the lobby.
"Watch where you're going fuckass!" he yells after me, but I ignore him, focusing on getting to the school before I run out of adrenaline. As I reach the school I start to slow down a little bit. I go over to a tree that sits in front of the school and reach into its roots, producing a flip phone. I bought this with money from my friends before I moved here, but my father tried to take it from me, so I hide it at the school. I flip it open and see that I have gotten a couple messages from my best friend, one of the only ones that messages me.
torrentialStargazer started trolling eccentricPyrotechnic at 4:17
TS: Y0 (Yo)
TS: 3v3? (Eve?)
TS:3v3, th59 59nt funny, r39p0nd. (Eve, this isn't funny, respond)
TS: 5t9 fr5265ng *6* 5n th3 70rn5n4, u9u1lly th3r3 by n0w. (its fricking 6 in the morning, usually there by now)
TS: R39P0ND N0W! (RESPOND NOW)
EP: dude, cal/\/\ do\/\/n, i had to deal \/\/ith /\/\y dad. usually you dont get riled up like this, so/\/\ething \/\/rong?
TS:...
TS: N0th5n49 up, 5 4u399 5 w19 1 l5ttl3 w0rr53d. (Nothing's up, i guess i was a little worried)
EP: …
EP: did you have a bad drea/\/\?
EP: \/\/hen \/\/as the last ti/\/\e you slept?
TS: …
TS: d0nt w1nt t0 t1l6 1b0ut 5t.(Dont want to talk about it.)
EP: schools about to start, i have to get to class.
EP: i/\/\ fine3, so just \/\/orry about yourself
EP: hugs!
TS: hugs
torrentialStargazer ceased trolling eccentricPyrotechnic at 7:26
I exit out of the messenger, wondering why he was so open. Al, or Alex, is usually not one to start chats. But usually I am there at six, messaging him until school. Teens have started filing into the school and I notice the guy I almost ran into this morning walking towards my tree, obviously walking aimlessly and not paying attention. His headphones are gray, like the rest of his clothes. Gray hoodie, gray jeans, gray shoes, and he's coming towards me. I try to get up, but I suddenly feel really dizzy and I grab onto the tree trunk. My head is pounding, and I remember my head injury. I feel the back of my head and find both dried and new blood. I hope it isn't noticeable. I try to take a step only to fall into the guy.
"What the..." He starts, catching me awkwardly.
"Sorry." I say quickly, pushing away from him and trying to get inside the school.
"Hey." I feel a hand on my shoulder and I wince away. I grab onto the wall as soon as I get into the school, barely able to see anything. I follow the wall to my first class, and I plop into my seat. I lay my head onto the desk and wait for class to end. But before the class even starts I feel a tap on my hand. I look up and see my only other friend, Zeke, looking down at me, concern all over his face.
'You okay EP?' He signs to me. He is mute, so he signs instead of talking.
"Fine Z, I'm just fine..." I start to say, but he prods the back of my head. "Owww!" I yell as quietly as possible, ripping his hand away, but seeing fresh blood on his fingers. He stares at his fingers for a second then grabs my arm and pulls me up to him, holding me up when I almost fall again.
"Shit." I say, trying to stand on my own. Then the teacher comes in.
"Good morning class, today we are... Mr. Dausawn, why are you standing?" She asks, taking a seat at her desk.
'Nurse.' He signs to her.
"Why?" She asks angrily.
'She's hurt, needs help now.' He replies. She is about to question him again but the door opens and none other than the guy is there. He walks in silently but looks at me once the door shuts. My eyes are telling him to ignore me but I want him to help. He just feels safe to me for some reason. He drops his book bag and rushes over to me.
"Is she alright?" He asks Zeke.
'No.' He replies, shaking his head when the guy looks confused.
"I'll help." He says, putting his arm around my waist and supporting me on the other side.
"Hey teach, she's hurt." The guy says.
"Is she bleeding?" The teacher asks. What the hell is wrong with her!
"Yeah she's fucking bleeding asswipe, we are taking her to the goddamn nurse before she bleeds out!" He yells, silencing the room. They quickly manuver me out of the room and I collapse. I grab my head and I feel someone with me.
"Shit shit shit... Hey, can you get the nurse? If I don't keep her head up she'll bleed out." I feel footsteps retreating. I feel a light slap on my face and my eyes shoot open. He is staring down at me, concern and confusion written in bold in his eyes.
"Talk to me, tell me something." He says to me.
"Name Lynn." I say, but it really hurts to move my jaw at all now.
"Good, hi Lynn, my name is Karkat, Karkat Vantas. I just moved into your apartment complex I think. I heard your dad yelling at you, and I heard a crash, but I didn't investigate. I should have, and I'm fucking sorry." He says. I see tears, or maybe that's my imagination.
"Tell me something else, and stay awake." He says, picking me up and holding me a little closer.
"Special..." I say, but I can't get the rest out. Someone needs to know if I'm gonna die.
"Special what? What's special Lynn?" He says and I feel footsteps running down the hall.
"...Me." I say, barely making a sound. He holds me closer and keeps telling me to stay awake. Others try to approach me, but he yells and their blurry forms dissipate. He even tries to fight the ER people, but eventually they pull him away. I reach out my hand for him, for his warmth, but I can't grab him. I start to drift off... Feeling nothing... Hearing nothing...
Not that long, but hopefully good :) Karkat is emotional, but that will be explained later... R,R,+R please!