I walked and walked. I didn’t know where I was going all I did know is that I had to get away from that awful place. I walked for what felt like most of the night. I just hoped that I would be far enough away from the horror that was once my home. Before I knew it I reached the main town. I lived about 20kms away from what we call town. I knew that someone would find me; it was just a matter of when. For now it didn’t matter. The only thing that matters right now is that I’m as far away from that place as I can get right now.
I walked down the same little side street and across the same set of traffic lights as I have done many times before. I walked through the park and across the bridge, I sat under the bridge in the same spot I have numerous times before.
As I sat I pulled up the sleeves on my jacket. I admire the handy work that had been done previously. Band names, little stars, phrases, quotes, names. All which have been etched into my skin. A permanent reminder of the life I live.
I may look like your average rebellious teenage boy but to be completely honest I’m so far from normal. But then again define normal. Society looks at me and goes he’s emo. Truth be told I am. I’m 5’11 with black hair that’s just long enough to hide my face; I’m into all the ‘up and coming’ bands. I wear band tees because I like them and black skinny jeans because there comfy and look good. Honestly I gave up on caring what society thought a long time ago.
I let out a sigh and put my head in my hands, I run my hands through my hair and grab out my MP3 player, I’ve had it for as long as I can remember and it’s been my saviour. I don’t even bother about headphones I just hit play on ‘Beyond The Stars’ by my favourite band Short Of Daybreak.
I reach into my pocket and my hand clasps around my pocket knife. I hear a twig snap behind me as I let it go and quickly pull my sleeves down. I look up behind me and I see a girl standing behind me. She looks down at me like she didn’t know I was sitting there.
“Sorry” I hear her mumble, “I’ll just go, I didn’t realise anyone was here” she says almost in tears as she turns to leave. There something I see in her as someone once seen in me, hopelessness.
“Wait” I say as I get up. “Please stay?”
She looks back towards me with her head to the ground.
“I’m Blade, you are?”
“Jazmine” she whispers as she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
I walked up to her and embrace her in a hug, I felt her tense up but soon she relaxes and I feel her tiny body being racked with sobs. I soon hear her singing along to ‘Beyond the Stars’ I pull her away from my body once the song finishes and hold her at arm’s length with both my hands placed on her shoulders.
“You know Short of Daybreak?” I ask her surprised.
“Yeah they’ve been a huge part of my life” she replies while wiping her cheeks.
“Hey Jazzy, why where you crying? What’s up?
“It’s nothing don’t worry about it, you called me Jazzy?”
“Yeah sorry I hope you don’t mind?”
“No it’s ok, it’s just no-one has called me that since Andrew died” she says almost in tears.
I grab her hand and walk to the seat under the bridge, as I sit the tears start to fall again. I pull her onto my lap and she snuggles into my neck as her body is consumed with sobs once more.
“If you don’t mind me asking, why is my girlfriend on your lap?” I hear an extremely angry male voice come from behind me.
Jazzy jumps up and her eyes go wide as she sees the person behind me.
“Noooooooooo” Jazzy screams before hiding behind me.
The last thing I remember was a fist hurtling towards me before being engulfed into blackness.