Hey guys… yea, Zoe here. Turns out I am stupid and love to write about it… starting with this. This is a DGRAYMAN fan fiction starring my lovely OC, Enola Alondra Lorn!

Enola: *roles eyes*

Me: what?

Enola: this chapter is really short

Me: (not as short as Edward Elric!) ya… I didn't really expect this. It just came out of me in a- ugh, never mind.

Enola: are you OK?

Me: I don't know any more…

Enola: so what is this story going to be about?

Me: I have no clue. Just a lot of "alone"ness and stuff.

Enola: you aren't going to make me faint in this chapter are you?

Me: (shit…) ummmmmmmmmm….. No?

Enola: Zoe!

Me: What? I love fainting…. I know what will make you feel better though.

Enola: what?

Me: you get to meet Tyki Mikk from DGRAYMAN!

Enola: … *faints*

Me: HEY! You can't faint yet! Wait tell the end of the chapter, then you can faint.

Enola: fine…

Me: I shall now give you the honor of saying the warnings and stuff. *gives her slip of paper*

Enola: lazy ass… fine. Zoe does not own DGRAYMAN- and wouldn't ever want to- and she only owns me- her OC- and other OCs that pop up around the place. Also this story is rated M for mature content- Wait! What kinds of things will I go through!?

Me: just read and time will tell

Enola: ugh… such as blood and gore- though I am not very good at writing stuff like that- and lemons- also not very good at that. That and I cuss a lot. I hope you enjoy ALONE, you have been warned.

Me: … yea.

Enola: whatever.

Chapter 1

"Just another day, just another girl." My teacher reads to the class. "Today in life, yesterday in death-"

"This is getting really depressing," one of the students groan while he rocks back and forth in his chair. The teacher looks up from the book she was just reading her golden eyes glistening in the light. The teacher doesn't comment and continues to read.

"The girl calls out, "where am I?" nothing replies. The girl walks through the darkness in wonder. "Is anyone here?" again, just as before, nothing replies. The girl continues forwards. "Is this my fate, to die alone in the darkness of my heart? Why did you do this to me God? Why can't I be light? Why couldn't you let me live with others, not cut off from the world I was born?" nothing replies and silent black tears trickled from the girl's golden eyes." the teacher stops reading and looks at me, ""Why did I have to die?""

I raise an eyebrow at the teacher and she puts the book down. "Okay class, what did you get from that writing? What emotions did you feel? Give me only one word." I watch as some students raise their hands. The teacher calls out some students names.

"Depressed," a girl with blond hair and chocolate eyes joked.

"Confused," a boy with black hair and emerald green eyes tapped on his desk.

"Sad," the girl with orange hair and brown eyes sitting next to me piped in.

The teacher looked at me. "What about you Enola?"

I didn't even need to think about it, "alone."

The room was silent and the bell range. No one moved. The screech from my chair echoed through the room and the students fell out of their little trance. They watched me as I picked up my stuff. I looked at them.
"You guys must really like school. Not wanting to move from your spot when it's the last day of school," I said to them before I walked out of the classroom. As I was two feet away I started to hear many chairs screeching on the ground and joyous laughter. I didn't say anything as I walked to the front of the school. Today was the last day of school so I didn't have much with me.

"Enola Alondra Lorn," I stopped walking as I heard my name being called over the students. I turned around and saw my older brother behind me.

Well, he was my step brother. His mother married my father.

I gave him a smile full of sugar and sweets, "yes Zain?"

Zain has golden hair and light blue eyes. In his looks he lives up to his name "godly light" but his personality is as dark as my black hair.

Zain looked at me with disgust. He walked up to me and pulled me out of the school. He didn't stop until we were in an abandoned warehouse that used to make dolls for this toy company that went bankrupt. Zain turned to me and I stood there with a blank face. This always happens; he would take me here and torture me. He tries to get me to scream, but I would never give him the pleasure.

"So… what are you going to do to me today? Choke me? Cut me? Oh…. Maybe even use me as your personal punching bag?" I watched as he started to chuckle. I raised my eyebrows as he put his hand in a box and pulled out a thing of rope.

"Oh sweet little sister, I will give you pleasure and pain." He ran towards me and did a flip over him. "Get back here!" he yelled after me as I ran out of the warehouse. I didn't know what he was going to do but today I turn fifteen years old and I will not let him ruin it. I ran down a street pitch black and bump into a man wearing a suit and a top hat. His slick yet curly black hair was pulled back and his brown eyes held shock.

"Oh! Are you okay miss?" the man asked me helping me up.

I dusted myself off and nodded. "I'm sorry for running into you like that." The man chuckled and took in my appearance. My black midnight hair went down to my knees making my golden eyes stand out. I was wearing a black dress that went down to my ankles and covered my neck, arms and parts of my hands, my black boots covered my feet, and on my back was a small white backpack. In the white backpack was my phone, my phone charger, a full pack of grape bubblegum, a mini drawing pad, some writing utensils, a diary that belonged to my mother(though, I haven't finished looking through it), and a key to open that very diary.

The man started at my eyes for the longest time. "How do you have golden eyes?" he asked me.

I tilted my head to the side, "I inherited them from my mother."

The man looked a little spooked, "a human having golden eyes?" I heard him whisper. I raised an eyebrow. The man stared at me for a bit longer but when he saw my bag he reached for it. I took a step back and he stopped. "What is that? What is it made of? It looks really expensive." I gave him a look that said the-fuck-are-you-talking-about.

"My backpack? It only cost me thirty dollars. And I think it is made out of a material like leather, why?" I asked him back. The man only walked around me. We heard a beeping and the man jumped. I sighed and took off my backpack. I dug through it until I found my phone. The man stared at my phone in question. I tapped the power button and it lit up. The man jumped again. I looked at the man like he was insane.

"What is your problem? It's just a phone." Then it was the man's turn to look at me like I was crazy.

"Pardon me, but what is a… 'Phone'?" I blinked at him then realized something. I looked at him; he was wearing clothes you would find in the eighteen hundreds. Then I looked around me, no cars or cables. I looked a bit nervously at him.

"Um… where am I?"

The man pointed to the ground and I nodded.

"Uh, this is Japan."

I face palmed, "okay… what year is this?"

The man thought for a second, "I do believe it is the year 1862."

I stared at him. For a long time. So long that the man went up to me and waved a hand in front of my face. I didn't move. Then, I fainted. Everything went black.

Me: … wow, that was short.

Enola: *asleep*

Me: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of ALONE and I hope to see you in the next chapter!