N.A: Wow I need to write faster. And check for mistakes better. And use proper grammar. But I can't check over the files I've written because it's all on my laptop and it died. It gave out after 2 week of being on all day long and me watching SOUL EATER on it. I going to miss it if I can't fix it. Now I'm using my old worn down computer.
Tatsu-Ah-Rei, thanks so much for your comment. It helped me A LOT!
NOW ONTO THE STORY!
Chapter 3
No. Why? WHY?
I stare at Ato. I turn my head back to the thing sitting in front of me. He sits down on it and pats the seat for me to get on the green thing. A bike, of all things. I sit behind him, knowing there's no other option, unless I want to walk who knows how many miles.
When my dad first died, I didn't really know how to defend myself. I got into big trouble with the gangs on the street, most being biker gangs. Motorcycles remind me too much of those horrible moments, too horrible to even think about.
I snap out of my horrible memories as Ato hands me a helmet. I just grab it and shove it on my head, then wrap my arms around him in fear as the bike roars to life. I squeeze him even harder as it lunges forward, threatening to drop me.
I squeeze him once again as the thing turns to park. I was worried that I might snap a bone of his the way I kept freaking out, but it didn't help the fact I was scared to death of these things. I quickly jump off and nearly throw the helmet at Ato. He tries to suppress a grin, but he can't he help but giggle at me. I look behind me and gasp in horror. My long hair was tangled into knots. Big knots that would probably take a hour to brush out.
"Come on, lets get inside and fix that mess of yours," Ato replies to my silence. I don't know what exactly to say back. I've never had anything close to a friend. The only words I ever spoke were sarcastic remarks to those annoying gangs, or shouts at other homeless stealing from my supplies.
Instead, I just fallow him into the apartment. I'm suddenly hit with a wave of curiosity as he opens the door. A door to my new life. I see a few chairs surrounding a table by the light green kitchen, two red couches by a wide flat screen T.V, and a hallway in the middle of the two rooms that lead to a few more rooms.
"Welcome to my -uh, our, I mean, house! You're gonna love it here! The bathrooms the last door in the hallway, my rooms the blue door, and yours is the one across from it. It's just a guest room, but you can have it," Ato explains. I just walked towards the door he said was mine. Mine. I can't remember the last time someone let me have something without a fight. Without cuts from sharp blades that would turn to scars. Without shouting unspeakable words.
I place my hand on the cold doorknob, hesitate, then turn it. Its a plain white room with yellow curtains and a closet on the wall farthest from the door. A plain bed with white sheets stands next to the closet. A small lamp on a bedside table leans towards it. After a long silence, I finally utter a few words.
"Thank you, Ato"
"No prob! After all, its what you would've done too!" I stare at him. I'm not sure about that. How would he jump to a thought like that? He doesn't know anything about me. Only my name.
All my bottled up emotions finally hit me with the force of a train. No, not now! Why couldn't I wait until night, when nobodies there to see the tears stream down my face. My sight goes blurry and I fall to the ground. After a few seconds, my sight comes back.
I look up at Ato, wondering if he'll just laugh and kick me like the men back in the allies. I'm in shock as all he does is plop down next to me, and wraps his arms around me in a hug. I flinch at his touch, like my body is afraid of others. I can't take it anymore as I fall into his arms and sob. We sit there for a good ten minutes, me soaking his shirt with my tears.
Finally, when the tears can't run anymore and my throat is too sore for me to talk, I pull away from Ato. My body is exhausted as I get up and try to walk to the bed. Ato catches me as I stumble and helps me make my way to the bed. I just fall onto the bed, too tired to move anymore. He pushes my legs up on the bed, shuts the curtains, and walks out. I try to watch him leave, but my eyelids flicker shut before he reaches the door.
A.N: Wow, that took a lot out of me. This ends my introduction. I promise I'll get to fighting and school stuff soon! And maybe a few more characters. Wow I've still got a long ways to go. And hopefully soon my non existent writing skills be show up to yell at my drawing skills to move outta the way and do it right. And maybe I'll grasp the concept of grammar and spelling and... many other things that apply to writing.