Wake Me Up When the Sun Rises, chapter 1
I woke up suddenly. I wasn't sure why but something had bothered me. I was quite annoyed to see it was still dark out but got up anyways and headed to the window. The moon still hung in the air with the stars but out on the horizon was turning a grayish color in the approaching dawn. I opened the window and rubbed my arm, yawning as I did. Since there was no possible way I was going back to sleep, I decided that it was the perfect morning to take a nice long walk.
I switched off my stereo that was playing my favorite Green Day CD amd grabbed a pair of jeans with the bottoms worn out and a black spaghetti strap tank-top. I threw them on carelessly and started searching for my chucks which I found shoved under the edge of my bed. I looked in the mirror and saw my pale, blue eyed reflection staring back at me. I put eyeliner on and stuck my tongue out at my reflection. Heading downstairs, I could hear my dad snoring loudly. What time had he come home? Probably late cause he had been drinking the night before.
I sighed heading into the kitchen and grabbed a diet pepsi. I saw my dad's wallet sitting on the counter and stole a ten dollar bill from it. "Thanks for breakfast, dad" I said to myself and headed out, grabbing my navy hoodie as I went.
It was sort-of chilly outside but I didn't mind as long as I could clear my head. I guess I should tell you a little about myself. Well I'm 16 with dark brown hair. My mom left my dad and me when I was 6, since then I've lived with my dad. Over the years he steadily became a drunk and pretty much left me to raise myself. Oh yeah and he abuses me. I dropped out of high school since you really can't go to college to be in a band right. Well I don't exactly have a band yet, just me on vocals and bass. I don't have friends, just people who hit me off for money.
Needless to say I live a pretty crappy life, but walking helps. I took a deep drink from my diet pepsi and started walking towards the little shit-kicker town that I lived by. It was a nasty place to live. There were shootings pretty much every week and a constant stream of drug deals kept the police lively. Funny thing about the police there never there when you need them and little did I know; I was about to need them.
I turned a corner and stopped dead. Three guys were huddled around a third smaller guy on the ground. "I want my money, Rat!" said the ring leader and the biggest guy there. "I don't have it" cried the little guy on the ground. There was a tiny click and the big guy knelt down. "I told you not to cross me, Rat. Told you I'd make you sorry. Well I don't break promises Rat." He plunged his fist down swiftly and I saw the gleam of what I've come to know was a switchblade into the kids stomach. Rat screamed shrilly and I gasped. One of the other two guys turned towards me and shouted. The next thing I know, I'm sprinting down darkened streets, seeing blurs that are houses whoosh past.
I made a fatal misjudgment as I leapt over a sidewalk and my foot collided with the curb. I fell fast and hard, catching myself with my hands. I tried to crawl feebly away but a hand curled through my hair and snapped my head back. "You're not going anywhere girly." snarled someone in my ear. I heard a few muffle shouts and some scuffling behind me and the grip on my hair loosened and finally let go. Next there was an arm around my waist pulling me up and forcing me to run again. My lungs felt like they were going to explode.
The arm around my waist stopped me and whirled me around to face the person it was attached to. A boy who couldn't have been much older than me with black hair that was spiked and in his eyes was looking at me with worried green eyes. "Are you alright?" he asked. His fingers were touching my neck gently. "Did he cut you?" I could only shake my head no. "Whose blood is this than?"
"I..." I didn't get to finish because my eyes rolled back in my head and I felt myself falling.
**
"Where was she?"
"By 12th street, Three guys had her one had a knife to her throat." Something cold and wet was rubbing against my neck and my eyes snapped open. The boy with the green eyes was wiping my neck with a wet wash rag. "Are you ok?" he asked again sitting back from me. I sat up gently and saw a pretty middle aged woman standing in the door way. She looked worried too.
"Yes. Umm who are you?" I was grateful that he'd saved me but I still didn't know who the hell he was.
"My name is Joey, this is my mom. And my dad..." suddenly a man who looked exactly like the boy edged around the woman and came quickly to the boys side. "Well this is my dad" he said. I felt my eyes grow wide as I stared into a third worried face; the face of Billie Joe Armstrong
I switched off my stereo that was playing my favorite Green Day CD amd grabbed a pair of jeans with the bottoms worn out and a black spaghetti strap tank-top. I threw them on carelessly and started searching for my chucks which I found shoved under the edge of my bed. I looked in the mirror and saw my pale, blue eyed reflection staring back at me. I put eyeliner on and stuck my tongue out at my reflection. Heading downstairs, I could hear my dad snoring loudly. What time had he come home? Probably late cause he had been drinking the night before.
I sighed heading into the kitchen and grabbed a diet pepsi. I saw my dad's wallet sitting on the counter and stole a ten dollar bill from it. "Thanks for breakfast, dad" I said to myself and headed out, grabbing my navy hoodie as I went.
It was sort-of chilly outside but I didn't mind as long as I could clear my head. I guess I should tell you a little about myself. Well I'm 16 with dark brown hair. My mom left my dad and me when I was 6, since then I've lived with my dad. Over the years he steadily became a drunk and pretty much left me to raise myself. Oh yeah and he abuses me. I dropped out of high school since you really can't go to college to be in a band right. Well I don't exactly have a band yet, just me on vocals and bass. I don't have friends, just people who hit me off for money.
Needless to say I live a pretty crappy life, but walking helps. I took a deep drink from my diet pepsi and started walking towards the little shit-kicker town that I lived by. It was a nasty place to live. There were shootings pretty much every week and a constant stream of drug deals kept the police lively. Funny thing about the police there never there when you need them and little did I know; I was about to need them.
I turned a corner and stopped dead. Three guys were huddled around a third smaller guy on the ground. "I want my money, Rat!" said the ring leader and the biggest guy there. "I don't have it" cried the little guy on the ground. There was a tiny click and the big guy knelt down. "I told you not to cross me, Rat. Told you I'd make you sorry. Well I don't break promises Rat." He plunged his fist down swiftly and I saw the gleam of what I've come to know was a switchblade into the kids stomach. Rat screamed shrilly and I gasped. One of the other two guys turned towards me and shouted. The next thing I know, I'm sprinting down darkened streets, seeing blurs that are houses whoosh past.
I made a fatal misjudgment as I leapt over a sidewalk and my foot collided with the curb. I fell fast and hard, catching myself with my hands. I tried to crawl feebly away but a hand curled through my hair and snapped my head back. "You're not going anywhere girly." snarled someone in my ear. I heard a few muffle shouts and some scuffling behind me and the grip on my hair loosened and finally let go. Next there was an arm around my waist pulling me up and forcing me to run again. My lungs felt like they were going to explode.
The arm around my waist stopped me and whirled me around to face the person it was attached to. A boy who couldn't have been much older than me with black hair that was spiked and in his eyes was looking at me with worried green eyes. "Are you alright?" he asked. His fingers were touching my neck gently. "Did he cut you?" I could only shake my head no. "Whose blood is this than?"
"I..." I didn't get to finish because my eyes rolled back in my head and I felt myself falling.
**
"Where was she?"
"By 12th street, Three guys had her one had a knife to her throat." Something cold and wet was rubbing against my neck and my eyes snapped open. The boy with the green eyes was wiping my neck with a wet wash rag. "Are you ok?" he asked again sitting back from me. I sat up gently and saw a pretty middle aged woman standing in the door way. She looked worried too.
"Yes. Umm who are you?" I was grateful that he'd saved me but I still didn't know who the hell he was.
"My name is Joey, this is my mom. And my dad..." suddenly a man who looked exactly like the boy edged around the woman and came quickly to the boys side. "Well this is my dad" he said. I felt my eyes grow wide as I stared into a third worried face; the face of Billie Joe Armstrong
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