Things can turn out so fucking good!, chapter 1
I sat im my room crying in pain. It hadn't been that long since my stepfather, Toby, had raped me. Yeah, I'm one of those lame teenage girls that's unpopular gets raped and has no mother or father.
My name is Suzie and I'm 17. I have green/brown eyes and black hair. I am a waste of space.
My dad got captured at war and got killed when I was 8 years old. My mum comitted suicide 2 years later shortly after Toby 1st started beating me and her.
I sat in my room looking at the new cuts and bruises Toby had given me, from his last attempt to murder me. Some of the cuts on my wrists were attempts of suicide. It isn't fun living like me. If you were in my position you would do the same.
I thought no one should live the way I lived, so, I packed my things into my bag which were: a top, a pair of underwear, a pair of trousers and my photo my dad set me before he died.
I looked around my room to see if I had left anything. I hadn't so I escaped out of my bedroom window into freedom. Kind of. I ran into the darkness.
*5 minutes later*
I reached a bench by the near my park. I sat there crying. I was tired and in alot of pain. I pulled out my pocket knife and put it to my wrist.
"Dont you do it!" I heard a voice shout at me from behind "It's not worth it. Come on tell me you want to do this."
I looked round and saw a guy behind me with jet black hair with hints of blue and some bright green eyes
"It's not worth living. I have no where to go. I'm in enough pain and someone is out to get me," I said bursting ito tears.
"What's happened?" the guy asked sitting next to me.
"I've ran away because I've had enough of being beaten by my stepfather and I have no where to go and I'm a waste of space," I said
"You're not. Come with me to California. I don't mind. Please," he pleaded.
"Then get to know me. My name is Billie Joe Armstrong."
"I'm Suzie."
"Do you want to come or not?" Billie asked.
"I'll come but if I get in the way I'll leave," I answered.
Billie walked me to his van where I met two other guys.
"This is Tre Cool. He'll flirt with you and that's Mike," Billie said pointing to both of them.
"I'm Suzie," I said sitting next to Billie.
"Wow Billie is good at picking up sexy girls," Tre said to Mike.
"Just drive idiot!" Billie laughed.
"Are you tired?" Billie asked turning to me.
"Yeah," I said as my eyes fell heavy.
"Sleep if you want," Billie replied.
"Okay," I said as Billie put his arm around me.
I fell asleep in Billie's arms.
* 2 hours later *
"Suzie. Suzie," Billie said nudging me awake. "We are going to crash at a hotel for the night. There's no room for you but you can stay with me if you want."
"Okay," I said getting out of the van.
I walked a few paces before I collapsed.
"Mother fucker!" I whined.
"Not that well, eh?" Billie asked picking me up and walking towards the hotel with me in his arms.
My name is Suzie and I'm 17. I have green/brown eyes and black hair. I am a waste of space.
My dad got captured at war and got killed when I was 8 years old. My mum comitted suicide 2 years later shortly after Toby 1st started beating me and her.
I sat in my room looking at the new cuts and bruises Toby had given me, from his last attempt to murder me. Some of the cuts on my wrists were attempts of suicide. It isn't fun living like me. If you were in my position you would do the same.
I thought no one should live the way I lived, so, I packed my things into my bag which were: a top, a pair of underwear, a pair of trousers and my photo my dad set me before he died.
I looked around my room to see if I had left anything. I hadn't so I escaped out of my bedroom window into freedom. Kind of. I ran into the darkness.
*5 minutes later*
I reached a bench by the near my park. I sat there crying. I was tired and in alot of pain. I pulled out my pocket knife and put it to my wrist.
"Dont you do it!" I heard a voice shout at me from behind "It's not worth it. Come on tell me you want to do this."
I looked round and saw a guy behind me with jet black hair with hints of blue and some bright green eyes
"It's not worth living. I have no where to go. I'm in enough pain and someone is out to get me," I said bursting ito tears.
"What's happened?" the guy asked sitting next to me.
"I've ran away because I've had enough of being beaten by my stepfather and I have no where to go and I'm a waste of space," I said
"You're not. Come with me to California. I don't mind. Please," he pleaded.
"Then get to know me. My name is Billie Joe Armstrong."
"I'm Suzie."
"Do you want to come or not?" Billie asked.
"I'll come but if I get in the way I'll leave," I answered.
Billie walked me to his van where I met two other guys.
"This is Tre Cool. He'll flirt with you and that's Mike," Billie said pointing to both of them.
"I'm Suzie," I said sitting next to Billie.
"Wow Billie is good at picking up sexy girls," Tre said to Mike.
"Just drive idiot!" Billie laughed.
"Are you tired?" Billie asked turning to me.
"Yeah," I said as my eyes fell heavy.
"Sleep if you want," Billie replied.
"Okay," I said as Billie put his arm around me.
I fell asleep in Billie's arms.
* 2 hours later *
"Suzie. Suzie," Billie said nudging me awake. "We are going to crash at a hotel for the night. There's no room for you but you can stay with me if you want."
"Okay," I said getting out of the van.
I walked a few paces before I collapsed.
"Mother fucker!" I whined.
"Not that well, eh?" Billie asked picking me up and walking towards the hotel with me in his arms.
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