Did You Come To Stare Or Wash Away The Blood?
If You Were Here I'd Never Have A Fear
My Chemical Romance- Give 'Em Hell Kid
Chapter 3- If You Were Here, I'd Never Have A Fear
I felt something moving underneath me. Probably just Matt trying to wake me up before our 'parents' started shouting at me. Oh how I loved foster care. Living with a family that probably doesn't give a shit about you because they already have a kid and that is way more important than the brat that they are paid to look after. Or a couple that are blaming you for all the problems with their marriage. I've had a few of them over the years. If you're lucky you will get loving 'parents' who can't have kids of their own, or a gay couple. One of my friends was adopted by a gay couple; they were the nicest people I ever met. They were kind to me and they weren't even looking after me. Yeah well I was never that lucky.
The movement became more vigorous and I attempted to hit whoever was trying to wake me up.
"Go away," I mumbled half asleep. My attempt to hit them failed and instead my hand landed in something cold and wet. The sudden coldness woke me up and I saw an old man with frayed clothes and a silver beard trying to take my bass from underneath me. I quickly sat up and pushed the man away.
"Get the fuck off me!" I almost screamed. He held his hands up in defence and shook his head causing dust and dirt to fall from the long beard that grew on his pronounced chin. The old man opened his mouth as if to start screaming but no sound escaped his dry and bloody lips. He had five decaying teeth left in his small mouth and he looked to be blind in one eye. After the initial shock of being woken up by a decrepit man who you would normally cross the street to avoid I began to feel sorry for him. He'd most likely been on the street for years, he was in a life threatening condition and looked like he hadn't eaten in days. I'm not surprised he was doing everything he could to 'earn' money just so he could live that little bit longer. I tied my hair back into a deformed pony tail and fished a £5 note from my pocket, not that I had much money myself but he looked like he needed it way more. I grabbed one of his grubby hands and firmly placed the small amount of money there, he looked shocked and tried to pull his hand away.
"No, stop. This money is for you," I smiled at him and he stopped moving. His eyes lit up and a small smile appeared on the old mans weathered face. "Go, get something warm to eat," letting his hand go I stood up, swung my bass and backpack over my shoulder and walked out of the alleyway.
There wasn't too much traffic on the roads so I didn't bother putting my headphones in, I might as well save what little battery I had left for another time. I checked my watch and saw that the time was 5am, no wonder there weren't that many cars on the road. No one in their right mind would be up at 5am let alone driving to work. Walking around aimlessly I stumbled across a girl, she was lying by the side of the road. Her long blond hair was covering her pale face and she looked badly beaten. I stopped walking and ran over to her, she wasn't conscious. Shit. Dropping to my knees I tried to get her into a position where she could breathe. Her pulse was weak; she needed to get to a hospital pretty soon. Shit. What the hell was I going to do? I had run away so I couldn't exactly call the police because they'd just take me back to the shit hole of a foster home where I'd been so desperate to leave in the first place, but I couldn't just leave her there either. I was screwed, and it was only going to get worse.
Five guys and two girls walked up to me. I was about to ask them for help when I noticed that the 'ringleader' had a rather large knife firmly grasped in his hand. Shit. Again I was torn on what to do run and not get stabbed or stay and might get stabbed. Shit.
"Well, looky here guys. Looks like we've got two for the price of one,” The guy with the knife eyed me up like prey. It was too late to run.
"Yeah Adam, we can take them both. Ha! And the nerd has a guitar I'm sure she wouldn't mind us 'borrowing' that," A girl with dip dyed blond hair stepped forward and sneered at me. Oh great, definitely prey.
"Well we can tell that it's not your turn with that one brain cell you have between you today. Why don't you just run home to your mummy before you hurt yourself with the knife," I probably shouldn't have spoken back but I was raised in foster care, I was just trying to defend myself the only way I knew how.
"Oh so they ugly nerd thinks she's hard does she, well why don't you and your little guitar do something about us then?" The blond bimbo was honesty the most ignorant person I had ever met.
"And why don't you learn how to dye your hair and sort your face out before you go calling someone ugly. I thought you would have known that wannabe hipster was so 2010," Okay maybe I was going a bit too far but can you really blame me. The bimbo got angry; she stepped forward and kicked me in the face. My glasses fell to the ground, broken. Repeatedly kicking me in the face my vision began to blur. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was a flash of bright red and a pair of hazel eyes looking at me in concerned manner...
Chapter 3- If You Were Here, I'd Never Have A Fear
I felt something moving underneath me. Probably just Matt trying to wake me up before our 'parents' started shouting at me. Oh how I loved foster care. Living with a family that probably doesn't give a shit about you because they already have a kid and that is way more important than the brat that they are paid to look after. Or a couple that are blaming you for all the problems with their marriage. I've had a few of them over the years. If you're lucky you will get loving 'parents' who can't have kids of their own, or a gay couple. One of my friends was adopted by a gay couple; they were the nicest people I ever met. They were kind to me and they weren't even looking after me. Yeah well I was never that lucky.
The movement became more vigorous and I attempted to hit whoever was trying to wake me up.
"Go away," I mumbled half asleep. My attempt to hit them failed and instead my hand landed in something cold and wet. The sudden coldness woke me up and I saw an old man with frayed clothes and a silver beard trying to take my bass from underneath me. I quickly sat up and pushed the man away.
"Get the fuck off me!" I almost screamed. He held his hands up in defence and shook his head causing dust and dirt to fall from the long beard that grew on his pronounced chin. The old man opened his mouth as if to start screaming but no sound escaped his dry and bloody lips. He had five decaying teeth left in his small mouth and he looked to be blind in one eye. After the initial shock of being woken up by a decrepit man who you would normally cross the street to avoid I began to feel sorry for him. He'd most likely been on the street for years, he was in a life threatening condition and looked like he hadn't eaten in days. I'm not surprised he was doing everything he could to 'earn' money just so he could live that little bit longer. I tied my hair back into a deformed pony tail and fished a £5 note from my pocket, not that I had much money myself but he looked like he needed it way more. I grabbed one of his grubby hands and firmly placed the small amount of money there, he looked shocked and tried to pull his hand away.
"No, stop. This money is for you," I smiled at him and he stopped moving. His eyes lit up and a small smile appeared on the old mans weathered face. "Go, get something warm to eat," letting his hand go I stood up, swung my bass and backpack over my shoulder and walked out of the alleyway.
There wasn't too much traffic on the roads so I didn't bother putting my headphones in, I might as well save what little battery I had left for another time. I checked my watch and saw that the time was 5am, no wonder there weren't that many cars on the road. No one in their right mind would be up at 5am let alone driving to work. Walking around aimlessly I stumbled across a girl, she was lying by the side of the road. Her long blond hair was covering her pale face and she looked badly beaten. I stopped walking and ran over to her, she wasn't conscious. Shit. Dropping to my knees I tried to get her into a position where she could breathe. Her pulse was weak; she needed to get to a hospital pretty soon. Shit. What the hell was I going to do? I had run away so I couldn't exactly call the police because they'd just take me back to the shit hole of a foster home where I'd been so desperate to leave in the first place, but I couldn't just leave her there either. I was screwed, and it was only going to get worse.
Five guys and two girls walked up to me. I was about to ask them for help when I noticed that the 'ringleader' had a rather large knife firmly grasped in his hand. Shit. Again I was torn on what to do run and not get stabbed or stay and might get stabbed. Shit.
"Well, looky here guys. Looks like we've got two for the price of one,” The guy with the knife eyed me up like prey. It was too late to run.
"Yeah Adam, we can take them both. Ha! And the nerd has a guitar I'm sure she wouldn't mind us 'borrowing' that," A girl with dip dyed blond hair stepped forward and sneered at me. Oh great, definitely prey.
"Well we can tell that it's not your turn with that one brain cell you have between you today. Why don't you just run home to your mummy before you hurt yourself with the knife," I probably shouldn't have spoken back but I was raised in foster care, I was just trying to defend myself the only way I knew how.
"Oh so they ugly nerd thinks she's hard does she, well why don't you and your little guitar do something about us then?" The blond bimbo was honesty the most ignorant person I had ever met.
"And why don't you learn how to dye your hair and sort your face out before you go calling someone ugly. I thought you would have known that wannabe hipster was so 2010," Okay maybe I was going a bit too far but can you really blame me. The bimbo got angry; she stepped forward and kicked me in the face. My glasses fell to the ground, broken. Repeatedly kicking me in the face my vision began to blur. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was a flash of bright red and a pair of hazel eyes looking at me in concerned manner...
