To Be Emo xD

Bullied, Beaten and unloved. Basically my life. No friends, having everyone hate you. being different. There has only been one person that has ever been there me, Andy Biersack.


2. Struggle

Cc's POV

I try and make friends, but its always a struggle. I mean what do you say?

Besides were running from the law, I can't trust anyone with that information.

Its just easier that way.

I never do much school work, not that I can't do it. I have other things to worry about how triangles are equal to 90 degrees.

Like how I'm going to eat tonight. My brother and I are broke. We can't get jobs, not unless we are trying to be caught.

Its risky enough that I'm even in school.

At school I go by a different name. There I go by Cc, but my real name is Jay. Its not short for anything, that's it, Jay.

Apparently I have to put up with being bullied, for the sake of us staying hidden in plain sight.

Meaning I can't punch them, I can't even threaten them. I've never been a people person. All they do is treat you like shit then leave you.

At least in my opinion.

My brother an d I live in a major city. Although I can't give out which one, it gives you some sort if idea what's around me.

I don't talk much at school. I guess I'm just afraid of what might come out of my mouth.

I make my way down stairs as the bell signaling us to leave rings. I tighten my grip on my one strap,black and white P!ATD Bag.

People push their way past me as my shoulder hits the wall. I groan in pain and continue to make my way out of the school.

I continue my long walk home. My brother Jake has his license but not a car. We have to take every caution.

We have been running for a while now, a couple of years. We are wanted for many things. Let me explain.

I was only 6 when mum and dad left. Jake was 9. We were left in our house alone. It wasn't until the neighbors got curious that we were found.

Luckily for us we were independent even as kids. We were use your no one being there for us. When we grew older they tried to separate us. Now this was only a problem because I have only ever spoken to Jake, no one else.

We also grew up together, which made it difficult. At the age of 11 I decided that they couldn't do this to us. For months we planned on running away, until finally we did.

That's not the only reason we are running though. We both had our badass reputations. I use to graffiti everything, and do what ever it took to get out of the foster cares homes.

My brother got into some riot. He did drugs and drank a lot. We use to go out and tag the sides of trains, and what ever else we could get our hands into.

We are bow pretty well known by the cops and have moved around a lot. We have also had to change our identity alot.

I've gone from having blonde hair to bright blue, to orange, to red, to yellow, to green, and now finally black with my colored streaks. I've also worn colored eye contacts to.

I soon find myself at our favorite take out, Pizza hut. I make my way to the counter and ask for our regular.

Yeah OK, I know what your thinking, how am I going pay when were broke? Well there's another reason why we are wanted.

I take out a stolen credit card and enter the pin. I'm well aware that's how cops track people I have been doing it since I was 11.

It didn't take long for the pizza to be ready. Once it was done I left the store tearing up the credit card, and began running home.

I͟'m͟ s͟o͟r͟r͟y͟ t͟h͟a͟t͟ c͟h͟a͟p͟t͟e͟r͟ s͟u͟c͟k͟e͟d͟ s͟o͟ m͟u͟c͟h͟, I͟'m͟ o͟n͟ n͟e͟w͟ m͟e͟d͟i͟c͟a͟t͟i͟o͟n͟ a͟n͟d͟ I͟ c͟a͟n͟t͟

S͟l͟e͟e͟p͟, a͟n͟d͟ a͟m͟ h͟a͟v͟i͟n͟g͟ t͟r͟o͟u͟b͟l͟e͟s͟ a͟t͟ s͟c͟h͟o͟o͟l͟,

W͟i͟l͟l͟ u͟p͟d͟a͟t͟e͟ w͟h͟e͟n͟ e͟v͟e͟r͟ I͟ c͟a͟n͟. O͟h͟ y͟e͟a͟h͟ a͟n͟d͟ m͟y͟ n͟a͟m͟e͟ a͟c͟t͟u͟a͟l͟l͟y͟ i͟s͟ J͟a͟y͟, C͟c͟ i͟s͟ m͟y͟ n͟i͟c͟k͟ n͟a͟m͟e͟.

I͟'l͟l͟ c͟h͟a͟n͟g͟e͟ m͟y͟ u͟s͟e͟r͟ n͟a͟m͟e͟ s͟o͟o͟n͟ X͟x͟


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