First FanFic guys <3

 

Natalia: There was only one way I knew how to escape, and that was through the glass blade. As the anti-depression medicine kicked in, it gave me a new buzz, a new courage I hadn't found in anyone since he left. He'd probably viciously laugh now, looking at my once-clear arm now filled with scars that seemed shallow compared to the pain inside.

The blade was ripping through my cheek now, sure to leave another scar on my battered face. Why had I never stopped him from hitting me? Why wasnt I pushing away the many men that would come every day, only to use me, beat me, and mentally force me to silence. Yes, call me ugly one more time, I thought bitterly with a slash across my stomach.

Everything had changed since my Dad walked out on my mom. Now, she was forced to sell me to these dirty, shallow pigs of men, in exchange for my meds, and her . I couldnt judge her, because her way wasn't as emotionally destructive, whereas she could pretend the scars would heal inside and out.

The door slammed. I gasped, throwing the blade under my pillow and hiding my face into the coldness of the pillow. I barely had enough time to tuck my notebook under the blanket when she walked in. A crash came from the doorway. . She knocked over the lamp again. I heard her make a gurgling laugh, trying to force humor out of more broken glass on my floor. She said something that I chose not to hear. I was hiding again, inside, while the blood stained my pillow a bright shade of new red. I watched it slowly move to an off-white part that hadnt been blotted with gore before. Perfect.

She slammed my door shut again, and I heard a shaking from the living room. I couldnt tell if it was her or another man, but i wasn't staying to find out. I was already out the window screen, notebook and blade in hand, pen clenched in my teeth.

The night wasn't so cold, I noticed immediantly. It wasnt perfect, but I'd felt worse. Pain was starting to sting in my abdomen and cheek, but it was welcomed, under the circumstance I was in. I think Mom was on a stronger batch tonight, because I could hear the walls shaking and things being thrown acroos the room from a block away.

I never was much of a runner, unless you counted my run from reality through endless blood.

 

Yessinia: Id never known how shielded my life had been until the night I met Red.

The night was colder than I'd expected, that's the first thing I noticed. I guess tight jeans weren't exactly warm, and neither was the stupid shirt I'd gotten a few days ago for my 17th birthday. But I'd gotten out, and that was what mattered.

What could possibly go wrong for the suburban dream girl? That was the sad part. It wasnt what was wrong with me. It was what I never noticed until tonight. See, my laptop had always been open access, and I'd usually be on YouTube shuffling through light-hearted music and hair / makeup videos that i counted on to look decent. Yes, I was pretty. Yes, I have no problems.

But that night, my world expanded outside of me.

Looking online for the nearest movie theatre, I searched through Google Maps, trying to find the least ghetto one around. My neighborhood was bordered by the utter disgrace of this part of town. My mother never let me west of the house, but this movie theatre looked devastatingly clean, with good prices and the latest movies. And yet, something about the picture made me stumble across something I'd never seen before.

A woman, pixelized face and blurry features, stood out amound everyone crowding the sidewalks. This lady stood alone, with what looked to be layers of clothing and a ball of something shiny in hand. Homeless seemed to be the only excuse, and yet I couldnt stop looking at the little girl by her side. She was dark haired, and dressed in clothes thinner and more vibrant than her mother. Her face was turned out to the side, and thats where you saw the mark. It was a dark reddish in color, and it spread over her cheek, her eye. Suddenly, i needed to know what this was. i took a snapshot of the screen on my Blackberry, and searched it on images. What came up the most was Port Wine Stain...

"What are you looking at?" My mother had walked in on my concentrated search.

"Nothing that would intrest you." I murmured, looking through pictures that looked more severe than the little girls. Suddenly, i heard my Blackberry sliding over the wood of my desk, and my mother gasped.

"Yessinia. These arent people you need to be associated with. Give me your laptop. I'll erase the history before your father has time to ask why your looking at such filth."

"Mom!" I was mad. She had no sympathy for this girl and her mother? Nothing to give except a ban on reality? "That is someones LIFE. They have emotions just like us. Whats the point of blocking that out when I'll be out in the world in less than a year?"

"Laptop. Now." Her face was impassive, and I handed my portal to information over to what was seeming to be my prison guard. What was her problem? She had never taken my laptop. Never.

Nothing really mattered after that, because I had already slipped down the fire escape built from my two story window, and over the brick wall that seperated us and the west ghetto. I was headed for the theatre, to gather whatever I could on the broken life of the stained girl.

 

Natalia: My second life among the trash cans was interrupted by the crash in the bushes. What the hell was going on? I peeked through the small hole from inside the ca, turned up opening facing down, and saw with my astonishment a body, tumbling out onto the sidewalk. I stayed inside my can, watching to see what unfolded. Had she really jumped over the wall? Crazy. Off her meds that make her perfect.

I saw blood form on her leg, the only body part i could see. I heard her cry out, but i knew trusting her was risky. I waited.

And then, only a second later, I was throwing the heavy trash can off, and walked cautiously to the girl. She was softly murmuring gibberish, and I looked at her with suspicion.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I said, peering over her body. No reply. Just a groan of pain. Her leg had gotten scratched by a broken bottle laying nearby, and I very slowly leaned down to pick the glass out of her skin. As i did, she screamed, and I didn't know what else to do. So, I covered .

When she saw my face, she wimpered, eyes wide with ..? What? 

"What's your problem, other than that cut on your leg. Aren't you from over there?" I jerked my head to the 7 foot wall she'd most likely just jumped. I took my hands off , and she looked at me. Disgusting. Smeared makeup on her face. Hair burned straight. "You know, deal with it yourself, if your gonna stay quiet."

I stood up and started walking. She wasn't my issue. Never would be, as far as i was concerned.

 

Yessinia: "Wait."

She turned slightly, not enough to see her whole face, just the side with the yellowing bruises. "Who are you?" She asked this without turning around, and with a tone that sounded superior, possibly annoyed.

"Yessinia. Yessinia, and I'm from over there, yes. But -"

"Then you have no use to me, unless you carry money on you when you fit."

Her tone was cold, but she wasn't walking anymore.

"But-"
 

"I know what your kind is like. Now pick yourself up and find a way back. Your daddy's waiting."

"I don't have a dad."

She turned around, and from over 20 feet away, I could see the color in her eyes shifting.