A/N: Hey ya'll. This story is written out of my boredom, so if it's
extremely blah, it's because I'm really really bored. Here we goOoOoOo..
Disclaimer: I own Tara, and as you know, SE Hinton owns The Outsiders.
I raced up my porch, and started knocking on my door violently. I had been chased by a crew of socs, and ran for about a mile or two. I kept on knocking but no one would answer.
"Come on mom; please open the door, please!" I silently begged.
I kept on knocking until the socs drove by without spotting me. I let out a sigh of relief, and wiped my forehead. It was sweaty from all the running I did. I guess you are wondering who these socs are, and why I was running away from them. Well, letme tell you. I'm a kid from the west, poor side of town. And the socials ("socs" for short) are the kids from the east, and rich side of town. They like to jump kids like me for fun. Since they are so rich, they think they have power over us, poor kids. I sighed, just thinking about how unfortunate some of us are, made me feel terrible.
I looked inside from the window; there was no one in sight. This made me wonder if something bad happened. My stomach gave a gurgle and I felt sick. My mom is usually always home, and is always doing something around the house, I doubt she wouldn't hear my knocking, even if she was vacuuming.
I noticed the reflection of myself on the glass. I looked absolutely terrible. I had paint on my face, hair, shirt, capris, and even shoes. Is this what people see? This horrible, ugly freak, with paint all over her face, I thought to myself. If this is what they see, no wonder people look at me in disgust, every time I pass by them, it's either that or the fact that I'm a middle class girl, and that I don't have much money. They probably think I dress the way I do, because we have no money. Actually we are in a pretty good shape, financially. It's just that I want to dress this way. I feel comfortable in the baggy clothes that I wear, and I don't mind it when I've got paint on my face, after art class. My mom always said that I never cared about my looks, and that I was just naturally beautiful, so I didn't need the artificial stuff to make me beautiful.
I shook those thoughts away, why should I start caring now? I was always such a tomboy anyway, I still am. When I was a little kid, I loved to play football with the guys in our neighborhood. I would basically invite myself in their games. But now, I don't play unless one of them invites me to play with them, which is basically never, because I'm not as outgoing as I used to be. Even after I stopped inviting myself into their games, I would go and watch, and sometimes they would invite me to play with them. But I don't even do that anymore. I'm also too caught up in my art. Mama always said that I had that artistic gene from my dad. She thinks my paintings are brilliant, but my teacher doesn't seem to think so.
I shrugged my thoughts away; I had been standing in front of the window, lost in my thoughts for a while now. I took the spare key from under the mat that said "Welcome" and unlocked the door. The house seemed so quite today. I could sense something went wrong. I searched around for mom, but she was nowhere in sight. I looked in every bedroom, the kitchen, even the attic, but she wasn't anywhere to be found. I noticed the bathroom door was locked. I went over and knocked.
"Mama? I'm home. Sorry I was late, I just wanted to stay after for a little bit and paint." [Silence] "Mama?"
I knocked on the door again, causing it to open by itself, and reveal my mom, lying on the floor in a puddle of blood. I gasped and collapsed next to her.
"Mama?" I cried, as I searched for a pulse, a hearth beat, anything. But there was nothing. She was already gone. I cried, and held her cold hands until I could finally let go. I ran to the phone. I was totally covered in my mom's blood. How did this happen, I asked myself. Why me? Why my mom?
I picked up the receiver, but to my luck, there was no dial tone.
"Why can't they fucking pay the bills in time for once?" I screamed, although no one could hear me.
I slammed the receiver down and ran back to the bathroom. I could barely see from all the tears that were spilling from my eyes. I kneeled down next to her cold body. There were two stab wounds on her stomach, and one on her chest. I cried my eyes out, until I realized, that I have to call my dad, or reach him somehow, and paramedics. I got up.
"I'll be back mommy." I said and ran out the door.
I ran until my legs wouldn't carry me any longer; until I collapsed at a football field, probably, a mile or two away from my house. I screamed as loud as I could. Then I sobbed.
"Mama!! Why'd you leave me??" I couldn't hold the tears back. I sat on the ground, pulled my legs up to my chest, and rocked back and forth, and cried. I know I needed to get up soon and tell someone, call someone about what happened, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I didn't want to believe my mommy was dead.
I finally got up, and ran towards the nearest DX. I was sobbing the whole time. My foot hurt, and I couldn't breathe. I stopped for a while, and gasped for breath. I suddenly heard a loud honking, which made me turn around to see a car, looked like a T-bird, coming right at me. I covered my face, and held my breath.
I opened my eyes to a guy shaking me, and asking me if I was ok. I got panicky.
"Are you ok?" the guy kept on asking.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I needed to get to a phone fast.
"What happened to you?" the guy asked, noticing all the blood on me. "Is it yours? Are you bleeding?" Gee, he sounded real worried that he mighta hurt me.
"No, um, I have to get to a phone."
"Ok." He said, and took me to the Dx, just across the street.
"Hey Soda!" he yelled. "I need to use the phone!" Soda?
"What for? You know I'm not-" the other guy that appeared from behind the counter, started to say, but when he saw me, he took the phone from under the counter, and put it in front of me.
As I dialed the paramedics, the guy wearing the DX shirt, pulled the other guy aside to question him.
"What happened to her?" I heard him ask.
"I don't know man, I almost ran her over, and then I noticed all the blood on her."
"Is it hers?" the guy looked me over.
"She said no."
I put the phone down.
"Thank you" I said to the guys, and started to walk out.
"Wait" he guy who almost ran me over, grabbed me by my arm. "Do you need to go somewhere? I can drive you."
"Thanks, but I'd rather walk." I really needed the fresh air.
"I don't think you should, look, I'll just drive you ok?"
"No thank you" I noticed that I was yelling, but the pain I was going through, disabled me from controlling my other emotions. "Sorry, I just want to walk."
"Just tell us what happened, and we'll try to help you." He other guy said, pointing at my bloody shirt.
"No one can help me." I said, and my eyes started to blur again.
"Look, if you wont let me drive you, then I will drive along the side of you as you walk. So why don't you just let me drive you?"
They were just so nice, and I don't know why I was so mean before. "Ok, if you don't mind." I said slowly.
"No, of course I don't mind. Let's go."
"Bye" the other guy said.
I hopped into the t-bird, and described him where I live. When we got there, there were a bunch of paramedic, and police cars there. I hopped out of the car.
"Thank you" I said to the guy, and dreadfully walked up to my house.
The guy got out too. This was none of his business, why won't he just leave??
"What's going on here?" he asked, as the paramedics, brought out a covered body on a stretcher. I started crying again, as they put the body in the ambulance.
"Let me go with." I said to the nearest paramedic's guy.
"Excuse me, who are you?" the guy asked.
"I'm." everything was just so blurry. My hearth started beating faster, and I could barely breathe.
"Miss?" the guy asked, but I could barely hear him.
My head ached, my feet felt as if they were unattached from my body, and my world turned as I fell into darkness.
A/N: ok, so it was bad, but I'm not beating myself about it. I was just bored, and felt like writing a new story, to take a break from my other one, so there. Please review and tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: I own Tara, and as you know, SE Hinton owns The Outsiders.
I raced up my porch, and started knocking on my door violently. I had been chased by a crew of socs, and ran for about a mile or two. I kept on knocking but no one would answer.
"Come on mom; please open the door, please!" I silently begged.
I kept on knocking until the socs drove by without spotting me. I let out a sigh of relief, and wiped my forehead. It was sweaty from all the running I did. I guess you are wondering who these socs are, and why I was running away from them. Well, letme tell you. I'm a kid from the west, poor side of town. And the socials ("socs" for short) are the kids from the east, and rich side of town. They like to jump kids like me for fun. Since they are so rich, they think they have power over us, poor kids. I sighed, just thinking about how unfortunate some of us are, made me feel terrible.
I looked inside from the window; there was no one in sight. This made me wonder if something bad happened. My stomach gave a gurgle and I felt sick. My mom is usually always home, and is always doing something around the house, I doubt she wouldn't hear my knocking, even if she was vacuuming.
I noticed the reflection of myself on the glass. I looked absolutely terrible. I had paint on my face, hair, shirt, capris, and even shoes. Is this what people see? This horrible, ugly freak, with paint all over her face, I thought to myself. If this is what they see, no wonder people look at me in disgust, every time I pass by them, it's either that or the fact that I'm a middle class girl, and that I don't have much money. They probably think I dress the way I do, because we have no money. Actually we are in a pretty good shape, financially. It's just that I want to dress this way. I feel comfortable in the baggy clothes that I wear, and I don't mind it when I've got paint on my face, after art class. My mom always said that I never cared about my looks, and that I was just naturally beautiful, so I didn't need the artificial stuff to make me beautiful.
I shook those thoughts away, why should I start caring now? I was always such a tomboy anyway, I still am. When I was a little kid, I loved to play football with the guys in our neighborhood. I would basically invite myself in their games. But now, I don't play unless one of them invites me to play with them, which is basically never, because I'm not as outgoing as I used to be. Even after I stopped inviting myself into their games, I would go and watch, and sometimes they would invite me to play with them. But I don't even do that anymore. I'm also too caught up in my art. Mama always said that I had that artistic gene from my dad. She thinks my paintings are brilliant, but my teacher doesn't seem to think so.
I shrugged my thoughts away; I had been standing in front of the window, lost in my thoughts for a while now. I took the spare key from under the mat that said "Welcome" and unlocked the door. The house seemed so quite today. I could sense something went wrong. I searched around for mom, but she was nowhere in sight. I looked in every bedroom, the kitchen, even the attic, but she wasn't anywhere to be found. I noticed the bathroom door was locked. I went over and knocked.
"Mama? I'm home. Sorry I was late, I just wanted to stay after for a little bit and paint." [Silence] "Mama?"
I knocked on the door again, causing it to open by itself, and reveal my mom, lying on the floor in a puddle of blood. I gasped and collapsed next to her.
"Mama?" I cried, as I searched for a pulse, a hearth beat, anything. But there was nothing. She was already gone. I cried, and held her cold hands until I could finally let go. I ran to the phone. I was totally covered in my mom's blood. How did this happen, I asked myself. Why me? Why my mom?
I picked up the receiver, but to my luck, there was no dial tone.
"Why can't they fucking pay the bills in time for once?" I screamed, although no one could hear me.
I slammed the receiver down and ran back to the bathroom. I could barely see from all the tears that were spilling from my eyes. I kneeled down next to her cold body. There were two stab wounds on her stomach, and one on her chest. I cried my eyes out, until I realized, that I have to call my dad, or reach him somehow, and paramedics. I got up.
"I'll be back mommy." I said and ran out the door.
I ran until my legs wouldn't carry me any longer; until I collapsed at a football field, probably, a mile or two away from my house. I screamed as loud as I could. Then I sobbed.
"Mama!! Why'd you leave me??" I couldn't hold the tears back. I sat on the ground, pulled my legs up to my chest, and rocked back and forth, and cried. I know I needed to get up soon and tell someone, call someone about what happened, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I didn't want to believe my mommy was dead.
I finally got up, and ran towards the nearest DX. I was sobbing the whole time. My foot hurt, and I couldn't breathe. I stopped for a while, and gasped for breath. I suddenly heard a loud honking, which made me turn around to see a car, looked like a T-bird, coming right at me. I covered my face, and held my breath.
I opened my eyes to a guy shaking me, and asking me if I was ok. I got panicky.
"Are you ok?" the guy kept on asking.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I needed to get to a phone fast.
"What happened to you?" the guy asked, noticing all the blood on me. "Is it yours? Are you bleeding?" Gee, he sounded real worried that he mighta hurt me.
"No, um, I have to get to a phone."
"Ok." He said, and took me to the Dx, just across the street.
"Hey Soda!" he yelled. "I need to use the phone!" Soda?
"What for? You know I'm not-" the other guy that appeared from behind the counter, started to say, but when he saw me, he took the phone from under the counter, and put it in front of me.
As I dialed the paramedics, the guy wearing the DX shirt, pulled the other guy aside to question him.
"What happened to her?" I heard him ask.
"I don't know man, I almost ran her over, and then I noticed all the blood on her."
"Is it hers?" the guy looked me over.
"She said no."
I put the phone down.
"Thank you" I said to the guys, and started to walk out.
"Wait" he guy who almost ran me over, grabbed me by my arm. "Do you need to go somewhere? I can drive you."
"Thanks, but I'd rather walk." I really needed the fresh air.
"I don't think you should, look, I'll just drive you ok?"
"No thank you" I noticed that I was yelling, but the pain I was going through, disabled me from controlling my other emotions. "Sorry, I just want to walk."
"Just tell us what happened, and we'll try to help you." He other guy said, pointing at my bloody shirt.
"No one can help me." I said, and my eyes started to blur again.
"Look, if you wont let me drive you, then I will drive along the side of you as you walk. So why don't you just let me drive you?"
They were just so nice, and I don't know why I was so mean before. "Ok, if you don't mind." I said slowly.
"No, of course I don't mind. Let's go."
"Bye" the other guy said.
I hopped into the t-bird, and described him where I live. When we got there, there were a bunch of paramedic, and police cars there. I hopped out of the car.
"Thank you" I said to the guy, and dreadfully walked up to my house.
The guy got out too. This was none of his business, why won't he just leave??
"What's going on here?" he asked, as the paramedics, brought out a covered body on a stretcher. I started crying again, as they put the body in the ambulance.
"Let me go with." I said to the nearest paramedic's guy.
"Excuse me, who are you?" the guy asked.
"I'm." everything was just so blurry. My hearth started beating faster, and I could barely breathe.
"Miss?" the guy asked, but I could barely hear him.
My head ached, my feet felt as if they were unattached from my body, and my world turned as I fell into darkness.
A/N: ok, so it was bad, but I'm not beating myself about it. I was just bored, and felt like writing a new story, to take a break from my other one, so there. Please review and tell me what you think!