Here's round two. Marley, get out, not that kind of round two =_=

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(Naminè's POV)

"Hey girl, need a ride?" a black car pulls up besides me. I glare at the driver through his open window. He grins like an excited child who just found a new toy, swinging his dreads around. I flip him the bird and keep walking. Twilight Town is in sight…

"You're a feisty one… I like it. They're always better in bed." He purrs, his car crawling along the asphalt like a cat after its prey.

"I'm not interested. Fuck off." He doesn't even deserve a look from me, not one. I'm done with messing around with disgusting rapists.

"Doubtful, little lady. I would love definably fuck on you though. I'll make it worth your time, I promise." I grimace. This guy's persistent, I'll give him that. There's a sign signaling that we're in city limits and the lights get brighter.

"Last chance, otherwise someone worse may end up picking you up. There are some mean old gangs in T.T. city." T.T. city? Gangs? That's interesting. I shrug. There's no way this guy's going to out-stubborn me. I ignore him, walking slowly like I have all the time in the world.

"Fine." He sighs in defeat. "If you ever change your mind, go to the Drunken Jamaican and ask for Xalden Brelow." He tosses a card towards me and speeds off. I shove the tiny slip of paper into my bag, just in case.

Sure enough, 10 minutes later, I'm in the center of town. I fall in with a large group of people about my age walking down the street and goofing around. I pull down my hood and smile at the brunette girl next to me. She immediately starts telling me about her day and things, acting like I've known her forever. She says my hair looks awesome since I dyed it. How strange, I'm a natural blonde. I wonder if I have a look-a-like…

I wave goodbye to the girl, who said her name was Olette. She seemed like a nice person and maybe she could be a friend…

I tread carefully into a less developed part of my city, toward my old house. There are almost no lights in this area, perfect for this age's murderers, kidnappers, and rapists. I zip up my coat and pull up the hood, going incognito. No one should be able to see me in this get-up.

I make my way through the hole in the wall and into the forest. I catch sight of our mansion where we lived until I was 5. It still looks as old and run-down as it did. Lovely. I scale the gate and drop lightly onto the stone driveway. An owl hoots in a nearby tree and I shiver. I never was a big fan of night.

I let myself in the front door, still being silent. I don't know if anyone is actually here right now. I creep upstairs and let myself into my old bedroom. Shockingly, it's like a re-vamped version of the little girl room I slept in 12 years ago. Everything is white and clean, almost like a hospital. The only personal thing in the room is a picture of two dark haired girls and a silver-haired guy.

I'm hit with a sudden wave of drowsiness. Damn. I drop myself onto the bed and lay my heads in my hands. Today was a fucking tiring day. I think I'll sleep in my own bed tonight. I need to feel like I'm home at least one more time before figuring this shit out.

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Hmpf. Filler. But we'll get somewhere soon, promise. Vote, comment, fan!