Bury Me In Black, chapter 3
"Wha... What?" the boy groaned. It was the first time he had spoken since he ran away.
"I said get up, boy! You shouldn't still be lying around here at this hour. There are some pretty desperate people out there. They might take that pretty jacket of yours," said a girl who was standing over him, blocking out the sunlight. The boy couldn't tell what she looked like, she was in shadow, but her voice sounded harsh, only in a caring sort of way. He didn't really hear anything she said.
"You called me boy... " he mumbled, looking a little upset. She frowned and tipped her head to the side, not clearly hearing what he said. "Uh, what time is it?" he asked, not exactly sure what to say.
"10:30 am. I'm surprised you haven't been woken up. A lot of people walk by here. It's not really safe. I guess you haven't been out long - but your jacket and them bruises say you have." The boy didn't reply, just sighed and bit his lip. It was late. What would his parents be doing? What would they think, or have done after he left?
He felt awful. He had a pounding headache and his arms were extremely tender. He would have stood up but he couldn't as his feet had gone to sleep after he slept on them all night. He reached into his pocket out of habbit, intending to pull out a cigarette but he was out. He started to freak out. The girl, still standing over him, noticed and asked what was wrong. When he finally answered she gave a small laugh and handed him one from her pack. It was only then when she moved to give him the cigarette that he could see her clearly.
She had shoulder length, blonde-brown hair, that could have been straight or curly - it was hard to tell due to the large amount of knots through it. She had hazel eyes and perfect lips. Her ears were pierced three times in the right, four in the left and on her right shoulder there was a small tattoo of a little pink heart and the word 'SAM' in capital letters. The girl was wearing a plain black singlet and old tatty jeans with holes and cuts in them. But not the type that look purposely cut, but actually like that from wear. She also had on the tattiest pair of school shoes with the heels all worn.
"Hey!" she said, "Are you listening?" He wasn't previously, he was in a daze, but the sudden speech snapped him out of it. He didn't feel like talking, so he just nodded as if to say 'continue'. "Well do you want to come with me? And find some food? You look like you could use a little more food. You could look really good if you just put on a bit more weight," she said smiling.
She was right. He wasn't that bad looking, but he was practically skin and bones. He wasn't a big eater - it's not like he really had much choice either. His parents didn't really feed him at home. He had to look after himself and he was fairly lazy so he didn't really put much effort into getting food. But other than that he was fairly good-looking.
He had shaggy brown hair and a bit of a tan -- even though he didn't get out much. He had strong muscular arms as well, from years of playing drums. He could easily have been popular, only he had a love for the color black. He always wore black and not because he was depressed, but for the same reason little girls all love the color pink. It was just his color. That and his eyes. Many people were put off by them. They were brown, but they were so dark brown they were pretty much black. He was annoyed with arguing that they were brown, if anyone asked him now, he just said black.
"So, what's your name anyway? I'm Kelsie," she said. He shrugged. He didn't really remember his name. It was so long since he had been called it. His parents only ever called him boy, that's what had upset him earlier. And everyone at school, if they ever did talk to him at all, didn't know his name, or forgot it as well. So he had ended up looking if someone called out "Hey!" or "Oi!" or anything really, even if they weren't talking to him. Kelsie looked hurt, but not for herself, for him. "Ah, I'm sorry. I'll just call you Travis then."
She figured it must have been pretty rough for him. She sighed and held out her hand to help him up. He took it gratefully and pulled himself up. It hurt initially with all the pins and needles, but he got over it quickly as he thought of food. He was starving. She smiled, but then noticed his arms and his cheek were worse than she thought at first.
"Oh! Are you okay?" Kelsie asked, but realising it was a stupid thing to say as it was clear he wasn't. "I mean will you be okay... to walk? Ugh," she said frowning and her second stupid question. He shrugged.
"I-I guess," Travis mumbled. Kelsie rolled her eyes at herself and nodded in a way that meant, 'Okay, follow me then'.
She wasn't exactly great with words. She could explain things, no problem! But when it came to comforting and her own personal feelings, she could never find the right way to put it into words. She kept hold of his hand and lead him through a crowd of people on the path. She finally they came to a stop outside a small café.
"You can generally get a bite in here for free. Sorry it's nothing special, but when you live on the streets, you tend to be quite limited," she shrugged. Travis didn't talk, just followed Kelsie inside
"I said get up, boy! You shouldn't still be lying around here at this hour. There are some pretty desperate people out there. They might take that pretty jacket of yours," said a girl who was standing over him, blocking out the sunlight. The boy couldn't tell what she looked like, she was in shadow, but her voice sounded harsh, only in a caring sort of way. He didn't really hear anything she said.
"You called me boy... " he mumbled, looking a little upset. She frowned and tipped her head to the side, not clearly hearing what he said. "Uh, what time is it?" he asked, not exactly sure what to say.
"10:30 am. I'm surprised you haven't been woken up. A lot of people walk by here. It's not really safe. I guess you haven't been out long - but your jacket and them bruises say you have." The boy didn't reply, just sighed and bit his lip. It was late. What would his parents be doing? What would they think, or have done after he left?
He felt awful. He had a pounding headache and his arms were extremely tender. He would have stood up but he couldn't as his feet had gone to sleep after he slept on them all night. He reached into his pocket out of habbit, intending to pull out a cigarette but he was out. He started to freak out. The girl, still standing over him, noticed and asked what was wrong. When he finally answered she gave a small laugh and handed him one from her pack. It was only then when she moved to give him the cigarette that he could see her clearly.
She had shoulder length, blonde-brown hair, that could have been straight or curly - it was hard to tell due to the large amount of knots through it. She had hazel eyes and perfect lips. Her ears were pierced three times in the right, four in the left and on her right shoulder there was a small tattoo of a little pink heart and the word 'SAM' in capital letters. The girl was wearing a plain black singlet and old tatty jeans with holes and cuts in them. But not the type that look purposely cut, but actually like that from wear. She also had on the tattiest pair of school shoes with the heels all worn.
"Hey!" she said, "Are you listening?" He wasn't previously, he was in a daze, but the sudden speech snapped him out of it. He didn't feel like talking, so he just nodded as if to say 'continue'. "Well do you want to come with me? And find some food? You look like you could use a little more food. You could look really good if you just put on a bit more weight," she said smiling.
She was right. He wasn't that bad looking, but he was practically skin and bones. He wasn't a big eater - it's not like he really had much choice either. His parents didn't really feed him at home. He had to look after himself and he was fairly lazy so he didn't really put much effort into getting food. But other than that he was fairly good-looking.
He had shaggy brown hair and a bit of a tan -- even though he didn't get out much. He had strong muscular arms as well, from years of playing drums. He could easily have been popular, only he had a love for the color black. He always wore black and not because he was depressed, but for the same reason little girls all love the color pink. It was just his color. That and his eyes. Many people were put off by them. They were brown, but they were so dark brown they were pretty much black. He was annoyed with arguing that they were brown, if anyone asked him now, he just said black.
"So, what's your name anyway? I'm Kelsie," she said. He shrugged. He didn't really remember his name. It was so long since he had been called it. His parents only ever called him boy, that's what had upset him earlier. And everyone at school, if they ever did talk to him at all, didn't know his name, or forgot it as well. So he had ended up looking if someone called out "Hey!" or "Oi!" or anything really, even if they weren't talking to him. Kelsie looked hurt, but not for herself, for him. "Ah, I'm sorry. I'll just call you Travis then."
She figured it must have been pretty rough for him. She sighed and held out her hand to help him up. He took it gratefully and pulled himself up. It hurt initially with all the pins and needles, but he got over it quickly as he thought of food. He was starving. She smiled, but then noticed his arms and his cheek were worse than she thought at first.
"Oh! Are you okay?" Kelsie asked, but realising it was a stupid thing to say as it was clear he wasn't. "I mean will you be okay... to walk? Ugh," she said frowning and her second stupid question. He shrugged.
"I-I guess," Travis mumbled. Kelsie rolled her eyes at herself and nodded in a way that meant, 'Okay, follow me then'.
She wasn't exactly great with words. She could explain things, no problem! But when it came to comforting and her own personal feelings, she could never find the right way to put it into words. She kept hold of his hand and lead him through a crowd of people on the path. She finally they came to a stop outside a small café.
"You can generally get a bite in here for free. Sorry it's nothing special, but when you live on the streets, you tend to be quite limited," she shrugged. Travis didn't talk, just followed Kelsie inside
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