Yeah. I didn't last long. When my mum overdosed and my dad committed suicide the stupid social services came. I seriously hate them. I went from family to family to family until I ran. I ran and ran and ran. Sat on the street, suitcase in hand, bag of knives slung over my shoulder. Oh yeah! I'm not your usual 11 year old. Heck no. I have powers. Healing , strength and others I have yet to discover. I'm not normal. So I ended up with the Shadownights.
I was just doing what I normally did. Swinging with no hope or future with my stuff at my feet, In my corset dress. I sat on the cold plastic and put my hands on the metal and swung. back and forth. Back and forth. Before I knew it someone had picked up my bags. I punched, kicked and slapped this hooded person silly before I knew they were trying to help. I felt my cheeks getting hot when i realised.
"S-sorry" I stammered before trying to run. I felt firm hands on my shoulders but a soft voice speaking.
"I'll help you don't worry" the cloaked figure said "what's your name?"
"you won't want to hear it..." I whispered "Topic. Never had a last name never have never will"
"Come back with me" The hood said. "I'll help. I'll give you a give you shelter. A house a last name. Also what a mighty fine dress that is"
I got up, dusted off and grabbed my stuff. I had been on the run for too long. almost a year. Too long. We walked in dead silence for about an hour before I saw it. My feet were too busy making sure I didn't step on the cracks. I looked up and saw jagged black gates and a tall crooked building. I looked to the side and saw a dark purple treehouse covered in ivy. It sat on an old crooked oak tree.
"You can stay there if you like" The soft voice said letting me in through the gates. "I'll inform the others you're here."
I stood there worried my arm traveling up and down my arm.
"It's ok" The cloaked person said. "Just run in"
So I did. I ran and threw my case up the ladder and scrambled up after it. I saw the room. It was amazing. A old worn armchair in the corner, a desk and typewriter and a mattress on the floor. It wasn't much but it was home. For real this time
I had met queenie. And had a fight with queenie over a scythe. It was a cool scythe! I ended up throwing a few knives at her and stomped into the kitchen. There I saw another new person. he was a furry. I'd had problems with them so I threw a knife at him. Then another at Queenie. The furry went into the bathroom and I went into the corridor and wrote. I was fitting in already... I wish