I do not own THE LOST BOYS or any of the characters in it. I just own Kaiden Thompson
CHAPTER 2
Who Are You
I woke to intense pain surging threw my body. It made me turn over my hands and knees and vomited the apple that I had consumed earlier. With shaky hands I grabbed my water bottle and opened it. I swished water in my mouth and spit on the ground. That was the last of my water. The sun is going down which means I slept all day. Personally this didn't bother me very much. I knew my body needed it. With much effort and a slight moan of pain I got up. Before taking off my dress I look around. No one was on this side of the beach. But then again for as long as a came over here I've never seen anyone here. Bending down to grab the bag was painful. With quick effort I replaced my blood crusted bandages with new ones. I decided I wouldn't change my clothing unless I desperately needed to. With that I put my dress back on. Tears fell from my eyes. Using the back of my hand I wiped them away. My stomach growled loudly informing me that I was hungry. Deciding to focuses on hunger instead of pain I take five dollars out of my bag. I knew that it was best not to take my bag to the boardwalk with me. The chance of getting mugged was high. So I hid it in between the boulders and covered it with a piece of drift wood.
Making my way to the boardwalk from were I slept would be easy. Not that it would be easy to get there. You could see the lights from the rollercoaster from miles. You could hear music from the concerts from ten blocks away. On my way there I stumbled over thing I couldn't see. The sun was now gone. There were no lights on the beach. Slowly I climbed up the steps taking in my surroundings. The first vender my eyes lay upon is a hotdog stand. I was never very fond of hot dogs. Or any mystery meat for that matter. But it was food. I weaved around people to get to the stand. When the man saw me his facial expression changed. It was a sort of sad expression. I didn't like it. "Could I get a plain hotdog with ketchup and a coke?" I ask him not really looking him in the eyes. "Sure thing sweetheart, would you like anything else?" "No thank you." I quietly reply. With fluent action he gets me my order. "That will be $2.50." With a shaky hand I give him my five. He hands me back my change, $2.50. Quickly I take it and find a place to sit, Unaware of the eyes watching my every move. When I'm finished with my food I wonder what to do next.
My body still pulsing with pain but full with food, I wouldn't let that stop me. Curiosity came over me and I wondered the current state of my face and how I looked I headed to the public restroom. I enter the room, the walls covered with graffiti. My attention turned to the mirror. My black hair looked darker than normal in between the messy and the brushed. With my fingers I tried to comb the rest of it. My icy blue eyes were starting to get dark underneath. The slight ring of red around my iris was darker. Bruises were getting darker and my cuts seemed to be getting worse. My fingers reach out and touch the mirror. 'How could this happen?' I ask my self.
"Craig she looks like your type." I hear someone say as I walked out of the bathroom past a bunch of punk looking guys with multicolored hair. "Hey baby, how about you come spend some time with me?" Says a guy with a green Mohawk, I assume he's Craig. He puts his hand on my cheek and rubs it with his thumb. I shove him off me and try to push past the rest of them. "Come on baby, I could make it worth your while." I keep trying to get away, but Craig grabbed my arm. I gasp at his grip. My arm was in enough pain as it was let alone my whole body. "Leave me alone." I say in a semi quite voice. He pulls me close to his chest, crushing my already battered chest as he did. "I bet you like that, getting hit." Tears slowly blur my vision quickly crashing over. Craig grabs my chin forcing me to kiss him back. I slap him. In return he back hands me. My lip splits back open. The taste of my own blood fills my mouth. "No one hits me, bitch." He says grabbing the back of my head forcing me to look him in the eyes. Craig turns me around as someone comes up in front of us. Craig seems to use me as a shield. My legs started to cave under me. I recognized him. I see him on the boardwalk sometimes. I study his looks; bleach blond hair, blue eyes that were way icier than mine. "Let her go." He commands. Craig lets me fall to the floor. The bleach blond picks me off the ground, he carriers me thru the crowd bridal style. Girls watched me with jealously in there eyes. He put my head into his shoulder to shield me from there glares. By the time he stops walking we were in front of the three boys he hangs out with and their bikes. "Who are you? ...What do you want with me?" I asked in a quite voice as he sets me on the ground. "My names David, Dwayne and Paul saw you sleeping on the beach near a cave." David gets on his bike with me in front. He held me so I wouldn't fall. "I don't think you wanted to get raped by them." I hear one of the other guys say. The engine starts and David starts to drive. Slowly I become unconscious. Unaware of what was to happen to me.