Wings or fangs, Saint or denial., chapter 2
Chapter two... sorry, I had an idea for it. Writing. Yay,
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Endless. These roads are ENDLESS!
I screamed at myself in my head. I still felt a pounding pressure in the back of my brain, and behind my eyes. I didn't want to have my eyes open. But I did. I had only a Green Day tee-shirt on, and some ripped jeans. It was snowing out, cold and wet, and everything was frosted over. I was freezing. I had run to the gates, and climbed over them, while the girls were in complete havoc. Valerie followed me, trying to get me to tell her what was going on. When she saw me climb over the fence, she didn't follow. S
he knew It was against the rules to go out of the yard after six at night. Since it was winter, it was already dark out. Little snowmen and snow forts were outside some people's houses, I had wandered off into a richer part of the neighborhood. I guess I looked like a mess, when some people saw me, they stared at me until I had gone. I kept walking, frozen and upset. The thought of Cindy's blood in my mouth, it scared me, as did the feeling of having no control over myself. What had come over me? What was going on? Did someone put a spell on me? What was happening?
I walked down an ally way and dropped onto my bottom on the cold pavement. As soon as the contact was made, a sharp, frozen pain shot through my body, and I found myself trembling. I felt I was going to puke again, the taste was still in my mouth. I turned around and put one hand on the wall, another on my stomach. I puked for what seemed like hours, and then I turned away from the disgusting mess. I couldn't stay there, I could still smell it. I turned and went into another ally way, this time across from a bar.
The bar walls were warm, and I cuddled against it to achieve a little bit of warmth. I knew I couldn't go back to school. Not after what had happened. I hoped Cindy would be alright, as much as I hated her. What would Valerie do without me? I knew she would be the main target again.
I felt my pocket. I had my mp3 player, batteries, two dollars, my cellphone, a pencil, and a little notepad. I whipped out my notepad and started drawing randomly, I drew Valerie as best I could. When I looked down at my paper, I saw that I had given Valerie two X's as eyes. A puff of smoke was coming out of her mouth, and blood came from her nose. I shrieked and threw it away, tears coming to my eyes. Again, I asked myself that question. What's WRONG with me?
I cuddled up to the wall as close I could.
My fingers were ice now, and I couldn't feel my hands. Everything was blurry. I rested my head on my knees, since my legs were tucked up under my chin. I had my arms clutched around them, frozen to my pants. My pale skin was turning a light shade bluish purple.
I knew the entire school would be out to look for me. Out to get me, and to take me away to someplace with a therapist and long play times, where they didn't allow glue and scissors. I heard my cell phone ring. The ring scared me, and I jumped. I grabbed it out of my pocket, fumbling with my icy fingers. The number read "C.C School F.G" That stood for Charles Cook, School For Girls. I shrieked again and turned my phone off.
I went back to regular position of having my knees as close to my trembling body as possible. The snow under me had melted into the seat of my pants, and I felt uncomfortable and wet.
I heard voices and footsteps. It scared me. I thought it might be my school. I gasped and covered my mouth, hiding behind a trashcan quickly as I could. I didn't want them to take me away! I didn't need therapy, I needed answers! But then I realized the voices were much to deep to be a female's voice. They were high for a male's voice, but they were still males. I sighed and let my shoulders loose, but quickly regretted it, and I grabbed my bare arms again, not that it helped. My hands were freezing as well. I sat there shaking, and the footsteps came closer. I also felt my heart beat faster.
"I'll just be here for a minute, Bill, I just need a smoke!" I grimaced. I hated smoke. I hated cigarettes. My mom smoked, and she was always coughing and wheezing and she was always sick.
I leaned closer to the wall as the footsteps came yet closer. The snow shuffled under their feet. I heard the click of a zippo lid coming back, the spark of the top being lit, and the sudden gasp I heard, obviously the man sucking in the toxic death stick. I finally looked up from behind the trashcan. I stood up slowly, my back against the wall. I first saw his neck, and felt that irresistible urge again. I tried to fight it, which worked.
The urge died down at once, as if it heard my unspoken command to control myself. But I was left with an unbearable pain in my gut. I saw the man turn around, he was wearing a leather jacket and some warm looking tight black pants. The cigarette dropped from his lips and his zippo fell from his hands. His eyes were covered in sunglasses, but his hair was a brownish red faux-hawk. I liked it. It reminded me of Tre Cool.
"Hey, kid what the hell... where's your coat?"
He seemed more concerned about me not having a coat than whether or not I was that crazy chick from the All Girls School across town. So they didn't find the need to search for me yet. The man looked from the crumpled piece of paper on the ground, to my cell phone, which I had thrown against the wall, to my bare arms, to my face.
"Are you okay? What's your name? Where do you live? Let me take you home... your fucking frozen!" He advanced towards me, but I didn't move.
"I, um, I don't really live here. I don't... know where I live right now."
"You're a runaway?"
"I suppose you could say that."
"You look too young to be running away."
"No comment."
The man took a few more steps towards me, then out of nowhere took off his leather jacket and put it on my shoulders. I smiled at him and thanked him, then leaned against the wall and coughed.
"Are you sure you don't know where you wanna go?" The man asked.
"I... I don't know," I fumbled with the zipper on the coat.
"Lets get out of the cold. Why don't you come into the bar with me and get yourself cleaned up, you look like you've had a long day."
I stared up at the dark sky. I felt more frozen just looking at it. But I realized, with a deep upset feeling, that I couldn't follow him into the bar, as much as I wanted too. He seemed so nice and understanding. And he was polite.
"I can't, I'm sorry!"
"Why not?" he demanded, he seemed a bit hurt that I wouldn't let him help me. I scanned his face, looking for an answer, but I couldn't see without seeing his eyes.
"I'm thirteen."
He seemed taken aback at this. He glanced at me, looked me up and down. This made me feel a bit weird, and I pulled the coat closer to my shoulders.
"Thirteen? You look... older. More mature. You're short though, so I should have guessed. Sorry. Why don't we go to my house then. And I seriously wont take no for an answer, so come on lets... "
We were interrupted by a loud laugh, and two more sets of footsteps coming down the sidewalk. I didn't think it would be my school, but I still ducked behind the trash can. I knew the man was giving me a weird look, and he pulled me out by the arm. All I saw were two more men- one I recognized right away.
"M-Mike Dirnt?"
I looked up at him like he was a god. I guess that made him nervous. I then realized I had been talking to Tre Cool all the time. I looked at him and then wondered how I hadn't known before. I frowned and looked at him furiously. I dropped his coat, wondering how he couldn't have told me. Then I heard sirens. I shrieked and started to runaway, hopping the fence that blocked off the allyway.
"No, I don't have time for this!"
I knew if I did go with him, then the news would be all over us, then the schools would know where I was and God only knows where I would be sent. I ran on, freezing now, feeling cold without that nice leather coat, and kept going until I was sure I was far enough. I didn't notice that all the while I had been running, a car had followed me, slowly but surely.
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Endless. These roads are ENDLESS!
I screamed at myself in my head. I still felt a pounding pressure in the back of my brain, and behind my eyes. I didn't want to have my eyes open. But I did. I had only a Green Day tee-shirt on, and some ripped jeans. It was snowing out, cold and wet, and everything was frosted over. I was freezing. I had run to the gates, and climbed over them, while the girls were in complete havoc. Valerie followed me, trying to get me to tell her what was going on. When she saw me climb over the fence, she didn't follow. S
he knew It was against the rules to go out of the yard after six at night. Since it was winter, it was already dark out. Little snowmen and snow forts were outside some people's houses, I had wandered off into a richer part of the neighborhood. I guess I looked like a mess, when some people saw me, they stared at me until I had gone. I kept walking, frozen and upset. The thought of Cindy's blood in my mouth, it scared me, as did the feeling of having no control over myself. What had come over me? What was going on? Did someone put a spell on me? What was happening?
I walked down an ally way and dropped onto my bottom on the cold pavement. As soon as the contact was made, a sharp, frozen pain shot through my body, and I found myself trembling. I felt I was going to puke again, the taste was still in my mouth. I turned around and put one hand on the wall, another on my stomach. I puked for what seemed like hours, and then I turned away from the disgusting mess. I couldn't stay there, I could still smell it. I turned and went into another ally way, this time across from a bar.
The bar walls were warm, and I cuddled against it to achieve a little bit of warmth. I knew I couldn't go back to school. Not after what had happened. I hoped Cindy would be alright, as much as I hated her. What would Valerie do without me? I knew she would be the main target again.
I felt my pocket. I had my mp3 player, batteries, two dollars, my cellphone, a pencil, and a little notepad. I whipped out my notepad and started drawing randomly, I drew Valerie as best I could. When I looked down at my paper, I saw that I had given Valerie two X's as eyes. A puff of smoke was coming out of her mouth, and blood came from her nose. I shrieked and threw it away, tears coming to my eyes. Again, I asked myself that question. What's WRONG with me?
I cuddled up to the wall as close I could.
My fingers were ice now, and I couldn't feel my hands. Everything was blurry. I rested my head on my knees, since my legs were tucked up under my chin. I had my arms clutched around them, frozen to my pants. My pale skin was turning a light shade bluish purple.
I knew the entire school would be out to look for me. Out to get me, and to take me away to someplace with a therapist and long play times, where they didn't allow glue and scissors. I heard my cell phone ring. The ring scared me, and I jumped. I grabbed it out of my pocket, fumbling with my icy fingers. The number read "C.C School F.G" That stood for Charles Cook, School For Girls. I shrieked again and turned my phone off.
I went back to regular position of having my knees as close to my trembling body as possible. The snow under me had melted into the seat of my pants, and I felt uncomfortable and wet.
I heard voices and footsteps. It scared me. I thought it might be my school. I gasped and covered my mouth, hiding behind a trashcan quickly as I could. I didn't want them to take me away! I didn't need therapy, I needed answers! But then I realized the voices were much to deep to be a female's voice. They were high for a male's voice, but they were still males. I sighed and let my shoulders loose, but quickly regretted it, and I grabbed my bare arms again, not that it helped. My hands were freezing as well. I sat there shaking, and the footsteps came closer. I also felt my heart beat faster.
"I'll just be here for a minute, Bill, I just need a smoke!" I grimaced. I hated smoke. I hated cigarettes. My mom smoked, and she was always coughing and wheezing and she was always sick.
I leaned closer to the wall as the footsteps came yet closer. The snow shuffled under their feet. I heard the click of a zippo lid coming back, the spark of the top being lit, and the sudden gasp I heard, obviously the man sucking in the toxic death stick. I finally looked up from behind the trashcan. I stood up slowly, my back against the wall. I first saw his neck, and felt that irresistible urge again. I tried to fight it, which worked.
The urge died down at once, as if it heard my unspoken command to control myself. But I was left with an unbearable pain in my gut. I saw the man turn around, he was wearing a leather jacket and some warm looking tight black pants. The cigarette dropped from his lips and his zippo fell from his hands. His eyes were covered in sunglasses, but his hair was a brownish red faux-hawk. I liked it. It reminded me of Tre Cool.
"Hey, kid what the hell... where's your coat?"
He seemed more concerned about me not having a coat than whether or not I was that crazy chick from the All Girls School across town. So they didn't find the need to search for me yet. The man looked from the crumpled piece of paper on the ground, to my cell phone, which I had thrown against the wall, to my bare arms, to my face.
"Are you okay? What's your name? Where do you live? Let me take you home... your fucking frozen!" He advanced towards me, but I didn't move.
"I, um, I don't really live here. I don't... know where I live right now."
"You're a runaway?"
"I suppose you could say that."
"You look too young to be running away."
"No comment."
The man took a few more steps towards me, then out of nowhere took off his leather jacket and put it on my shoulders. I smiled at him and thanked him, then leaned against the wall and coughed.
"Are you sure you don't know where you wanna go?" The man asked.
"I... I don't know," I fumbled with the zipper on the coat.
"Lets get out of the cold. Why don't you come into the bar with me and get yourself cleaned up, you look like you've had a long day."
I stared up at the dark sky. I felt more frozen just looking at it. But I realized, with a deep upset feeling, that I couldn't follow him into the bar, as much as I wanted too. He seemed so nice and understanding. And he was polite.
"I can't, I'm sorry!"
"Why not?" he demanded, he seemed a bit hurt that I wouldn't let him help me. I scanned his face, looking for an answer, but I couldn't see without seeing his eyes.
"I'm thirteen."
He seemed taken aback at this. He glanced at me, looked me up and down. This made me feel a bit weird, and I pulled the coat closer to my shoulders.
"Thirteen? You look... older. More mature. You're short though, so I should have guessed. Sorry. Why don't we go to my house then. And I seriously wont take no for an answer, so come on lets... "
We were interrupted by a loud laugh, and two more sets of footsteps coming down the sidewalk. I didn't think it would be my school, but I still ducked behind the trash can. I knew the man was giving me a weird look, and he pulled me out by the arm. All I saw were two more men- one I recognized right away.
"M-Mike Dirnt?"
I looked up at him like he was a god. I guess that made him nervous. I then realized I had been talking to Tre Cool all the time. I looked at him and then wondered how I hadn't known before. I frowned and looked at him furiously. I dropped his coat, wondering how he couldn't have told me. Then I heard sirens. I shrieked and started to runaway, hopping the fence that blocked off the allyway.
"No, I don't have time for this!"
I knew if I did go with him, then the news would be all over us, then the schools would know where I was and God only knows where I would be sent. I ran on, freezing now, feeling cold without that nice leather coat, and kept going until I was sure I was far enough. I didn't notice that all the while I had been running, a car had followed me, slowly but surely.
