Hello again. Here is the actual first chapter. I spent quite a while proofing it and making sure it's good. Recently my grandfather died, in fact I'm on my way to his funeral right now, so this chapter has a bit more emotion in it than the last one. This chapter contains swear words so if you don't like them don't read.

thanks for reading

"Woah," I thought, "That was weird."

I looked over at my closet. Inside was a shoebox containing 'the roses', a Glock19. I got it for my 18th birthday off my dad. "If you are ever in trouble, don't be afraid to use this, even if it's just to scare them." those are the exact words he used when he passed it to me. No safety warnings, no 'don't play around with it' bullshit, just 'use it to protect yourself'.

I glanced down at Star, her beautifully curved figure wrapped up in the thin linen sheets. I brushed her luscious blonde hair behind her ear, taking in the orange light of autumn. It was all so perfect, it just felt like it was me, her and no one else.

I felt her start to stir. She rolled over and stared deep into my eyes, never daring to move away. I could feel her warm breath against my face,

The azure blue of her eyes, telling me a story; A story of a teenage girl, all alone in a moonlit room, no money for power. The walls looked as if they would fall at any time. The girl was wearing a blue dress and pigtails, her eyes red from crying. She was mourning the loss of her recently deceased parents. Her tears stained the carpet with the memories of forgotten times. They were coming for her and she knew it. She stared at the doorway, openly awaiting her demise. A loud cracking noise came from the other room; they had arrived. Except it wasn't them. A boy, about the same age as her, staggered through the door. He was clutching his arm, a gun in hand. Red hood covering his face from sight. However, as he stepped into the light, the girl saw his face.

I was brought back into reality by a sobbing noise coming from my partner, her eyes tearing up. I wrapped my arms around her, encasing her in a shield of flesh and empathy. My t-shirt was soaked with the warm sorrow of her heart. She let out all of her feelings through this simple act of human nature.

She was a sight to behold, head in hands as her hip-length blonde hair provided a barrier from the real world. I slowly got up and walked out to the balcony. The sky was now a dark grey, raindrops falling onto my face.

Our life truly was fucked up.