What Do I Do To Ignore Them Behind Me?
Do I Follow My Instincts Blindly?
Do I Hide My Pride/From These Bad Dreams.
And Give In To Sad Thoughts That Are Maddening?
Do I/Sit Here And Try To Stand It?
Or Do I/ Try To Catch Them Red-Handed?
Do I Trust Some And Get Fooled By Phoniness.
Or Do I Trust Nobody And Live In Loneliness?
Because I Can't Hold On/When I'm Stretched So Thin
I Make The Right Moves But I'm Lost Within
I Put On My Daily Façade But Then
I Just End Up Getting Hurt Again
By Myself [Myself]
I Ask Why But In My Mind
I Find I Can't Rely On Myself
-"By Myself" (Linkin Park)
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Chapter 1
The figure scowled up at the sky as if the face he was making would cause the rain to cease. When the rain continued to fall down in the same manner for the last thirty minutes, the figure gave up trying to scare away the heavy downpour that beat down on him. After all, he was already soaked through now. The figure moved a hand to comb through the tangled mess of red hair that was plastered to his face.
The red head continued to walk-well he had nowhere in particular in mind. He had no place to call his home, just small places that provided shelter, bed, and sometimes food. All he needed was some place he could dry off and wait out the storm. If the place was nice enough, he would stay the night there, but he had yet to find a place that didn't make his instincts edgy. Even before the stormed swept up, the few places he considered using for night shelter rose suspicion.
He was not one to go against suspicion, throughout his childhood, that was the only thing that had kept him alive. The sort of childhood he had made him weary of anyone who approached or tried to befriend him. They all wanted something from him, and never had a clear motive for anything.
A shudder rolled down his slender back as a gust of wind whipped through his thin tattered and soaked blue shirt. His much thicker clothing he used to stay warm was not only dirty, but soaked because the goddamn rain wouldn't let up. The male looked up at the sky again, a few drops splattering on his face. He scowled at the angry sky once more, only to receive a crack of thunder in response.
Lowering his head, the young man continued his steady pace, water splashing under his feet each time he walked which almost caused him not to hear the second set of footfalls behind him. The young man immediately turned around, confronting the person that was obviously following him. The action caught his follower off guard by his sudden movement. The young man narrowed his azure blue eyes, glaring at the taller figure that stopped three feet away from him.
The grizzled figure studied the boy while the boy watched carefully at the man's actions. The boy gripped his dingy duffel bag, waiting for his would be attacker or stalker or whatever the hell he was suppose to be to make the first move.
"We can do this easy or the hard way," the male finally said, pulling out a long knife from his raincoat. His small beady eyes move over the young man.
"I don't have any money," the red head said bluntly. Which was true, his pockets were completely empty. He got by stealing what he could, sometimes conning people for money with some act.
"No money eh, that's fine with me. I'll just take something else." The male made the move to lunge forward, catching the red head in the shoulder, but missed. The red head's training to protect himself was starting to kick in. The red head had many potential rapists after him, he knew the drill. They all thought they were fast enough to deliver a blow in order to gain control over their victims immediately. Stepping out the way of another knife swipe, the red head brought his duffel bag up to deflect the third knife attempt.
The red head took the second between the deflection to kick the grizzled looking male in the leg, causing him to loosen his grip on the knife. Dropping the duffel bag, the red head went in to unarm his attacker when a knife caught him just below the ribs. A gasp of pain escaped the red head's lips as he half staggered back, away from the man. Looking down, the azure-eyed male found a knife, much smaller in size, a regular household kitchen knife, plunged through his clothing right below his ribcage.
A dark stain was already starting to spread out from the knife. If he removed it, things would get a lot messier than he needed right now. For now at least, it was going to stay plunged in his mid section. The man stared at the now in pain youth, proud of his handiwork, figuring the boy would be easier to deal with now that he was injured. Obviously, this man didn't know better.
The red head stayed cool, knowing if he lost it now, it was all over for him. Watching the male carefully in case he had another hidden knife somewhere, the red head waited. This tango would decide what happened, yet the longer he waited, the shorter his time was. Being neither hasty nor slow would benefit him any.
"I told you if you make this easier then everything would be fine," the grizzled man smirked.
"I don't recall you saying that," the red head said dryly. "I'd rather do things the hard way. Maybe I'm too proud to give in to the demands of someone like you." The boy noted the sharp pain just under his ribs that ached each time he formed words, inhaled, or exhaled. It was really going to hurt like a bitch once he made his next move.
He watched the smirk form on the older male's lips as he moved in, ready to strike again. This time the boy was ready. Ignoring the acute pain in his mid section, the red head shot at his attacker, taking the man off guard by the amount of speed in the boy. The red head grinned, knowing his attacker was expecting a much slower response. Swearing to himself, the youth grasped the hilt of the knife rammed in him. *This is seriously going to hurt like shit.*
Repressing a cry of pain, he removed the knife, feeling his wound freely bleed. Coming in low under the man's knife arm, the red head drove the knife through the smutty flesh of the man's gut. The male screamed as he reeled back with both shock and pain. This brief distraction allowed the young man to grab hold of his duffel bag, making a much-needed escape. His heart pounded in his ears taking off down the street as fast as he could.
His breath came out in ragged chokes as he pushed himself to go faster, agitating his injury more, but there was no time to attend to it. He had to push as far as he could. *Don't give out on me just yet. Just a bit further.* The male ran for what seemed like hours until his legs gave out completely on him and his vision became disoriented. He went crashing to the ground, oblivious now of the pain, the bleeding, and the rain that was finally letting up. The red head closed his eyes, being enveloped in darkness.
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Okay everyone, here you go. You not only get the first chapter, but the second one to. Depending on how well it goes, I'll update it next week, cause me and my sister have some free time. See ya.
Do I Follow My Instincts Blindly?
Do I Hide My Pride/From These Bad Dreams.
And Give In To Sad Thoughts That Are Maddening?
Do I/Sit Here And Try To Stand It?
Or Do I/ Try To Catch Them Red-Handed?
Do I Trust Some And Get Fooled By Phoniness.
Or Do I Trust Nobody And Live In Loneliness?
Because I Can't Hold On/When I'm Stretched So Thin
I Make The Right Moves But I'm Lost Within
I Put On My Daily Façade But Then
I Just End Up Getting Hurt Again
By Myself [Myself]
I Ask Why But In My Mind
I Find I Can't Rely On Myself
-"By Myself" (Linkin Park)
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Chapter 1
The figure scowled up at the sky as if the face he was making would cause the rain to cease. When the rain continued to fall down in the same manner for the last thirty minutes, the figure gave up trying to scare away the heavy downpour that beat down on him. After all, he was already soaked through now. The figure moved a hand to comb through the tangled mess of red hair that was plastered to his face.
The red head continued to walk-well he had nowhere in particular in mind. He had no place to call his home, just small places that provided shelter, bed, and sometimes food. All he needed was some place he could dry off and wait out the storm. If the place was nice enough, he would stay the night there, but he had yet to find a place that didn't make his instincts edgy. Even before the stormed swept up, the few places he considered using for night shelter rose suspicion.
He was not one to go against suspicion, throughout his childhood, that was the only thing that had kept him alive. The sort of childhood he had made him weary of anyone who approached or tried to befriend him. They all wanted something from him, and never had a clear motive for anything.
A shudder rolled down his slender back as a gust of wind whipped through his thin tattered and soaked blue shirt. His much thicker clothing he used to stay warm was not only dirty, but soaked because the goddamn rain wouldn't let up. The male looked up at the sky again, a few drops splattering on his face. He scowled at the angry sky once more, only to receive a crack of thunder in response.
Lowering his head, the young man continued his steady pace, water splashing under his feet each time he walked which almost caused him not to hear the second set of footfalls behind him. The young man immediately turned around, confronting the person that was obviously following him. The action caught his follower off guard by his sudden movement. The young man narrowed his azure blue eyes, glaring at the taller figure that stopped three feet away from him.
The grizzled figure studied the boy while the boy watched carefully at the man's actions. The boy gripped his dingy duffel bag, waiting for his would be attacker or stalker or whatever the hell he was suppose to be to make the first move.
"We can do this easy or the hard way," the male finally said, pulling out a long knife from his raincoat. His small beady eyes move over the young man.
"I don't have any money," the red head said bluntly. Which was true, his pockets were completely empty. He got by stealing what he could, sometimes conning people for money with some act.
"No money eh, that's fine with me. I'll just take something else." The male made the move to lunge forward, catching the red head in the shoulder, but missed. The red head's training to protect himself was starting to kick in. The red head had many potential rapists after him, he knew the drill. They all thought they were fast enough to deliver a blow in order to gain control over their victims immediately. Stepping out the way of another knife swipe, the red head brought his duffel bag up to deflect the third knife attempt.
The red head took the second between the deflection to kick the grizzled looking male in the leg, causing him to loosen his grip on the knife. Dropping the duffel bag, the red head went in to unarm his attacker when a knife caught him just below the ribs. A gasp of pain escaped the red head's lips as he half staggered back, away from the man. Looking down, the azure-eyed male found a knife, much smaller in size, a regular household kitchen knife, plunged through his clothing right below his ribcage.
A dark stain was already starting to spread out from the knife. If he removed it, things would get a lot messier than he needed right now. For now at least, it was going to stay plunged in his mid section. The man stared at the now in pain youth, proud of his handiwork, figuring the boy would be easier to deal with now that he was injured. Obviously, this man didn't know better.
The red head stayed cool, knowing if he lost it now, it was all over for him. Watching the male carefully in case he had another hidden knife somewhere, the red head waited. This tango would decide what happened, yet the longer he waited, the shorter his time was. Being neither hasty nor slow would benefit him any.
"I told you if you make this easier then everything would be fine," the grizzled man smirked.
"I don't recall you saying that," the red head said dryly. "I'd rather do things the hard way. Maybe I'm too proud to give in to the demands of someone like you." The boy noted the sharp pain just under his ribs that ached each time he formed words, inhaled, or exhaled. It was really going to hurt like a bitch once he made his next move.
He watched the smirk form on the older male's lips as he moved in, ready to strike again. This time the boy was ready. Ignoring the acute pain in his mid section, the red head shot at his attacker, taking the man off guard by the amount of speed in the boy. The red head grinned, knowing his attacker was expecting a much slower response. Swearing to himself, the youth grasped the hilt of the knife rammed in him. *This is seriously going to hurt like shit.*
Repressing a cry of pain, he removed the knife, feeling his wound freely bleed. Coming in low under the man's knife arm, the red head drove the knife through the smutty flesh of the man's gut. The male screamed as he reeled back with both shock and pain. This brief distraction allowed the young man to grab hold of his duffel bag, making a much-needed escape. His heart pounded in his ears taking off down the street as fast as he could.
His breath came out in ragged chokes as he pushed himself to go faster, agitating his injury more, but there was no time to attend to it. He had to push as far as he could. *Don't give out on me just yet. Just a bit further.* The male ran for what seemed like hours until his legs gave out completely on him and his vision became disoriented. He went crashing to the ground, oblivious now of the pain, the bleeding, and the rain that was finally letting up. The red head closed his eyes, being enveloped in darkness.
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Okay everyone, here you go. You not only get the first chapter, but the second one to. Depending on how well it goes, I'll update it next week, cause me and my sister have some free time. See ya.