Chapter 1:Them

I've packed my things and I've come up with a plan to get away from here. I don't know where I'm going or what I'm going to do but I'll get by. All I've packed is some clothes, food, my drawing stuff, cd player and music. In about 5 minutes it'll be midnight.
The mother's usaully asleep in her drunken morbid state and so I'll be able to steal all the money I need or want. The mother wont notice until she needs to buy more booze, pills or food.
I can hear the clock strike midnight in the hall. Its time.
I head to the door hoping and praying the mother wont wake. I grab some money from the mothers purse and stash it in my pockets. I open the door slowly and step outside letting the cold, winter air slash my face and bury among the cuts. My black hair flows around blending in with the midnight sky and I breath the air of freedom.
With my ruck sack feeling heavy on my shoulders, I run down the road wondering where my legs will take me. Just feeling free was the best feeling I've had in a while.
Music blares in my ears, as I put on Metallica. Nothing Else Matters, plays in the background of my thoughts as I think of what to do.
I sit down leaning against a tree and I close my eyes shuddering in the cold. I curl up on the ground and let the grass engulf me. I wont give in, I don't want to turn out like them. Tired and weakless like them. I fall asleep and drift away from them and everything else around me.

A sudden jolt wakes me and my eye lids flicker awake. His standing above me, why? He isn't supposed to care.

"Are you alright?", he asks
"What do you care, you hate me don't you? Like them", as I stood up I saw the boy in full light. He had brown hair, blue eyes and was really tall. He smiled a weak smile and held out his hand in a friendly gesture. I took it cautiosly.
"I don't hate you", he said simply,"And who's them?"
I stared at the floor and shifted my weight from foot to foot nervously. This is the first person who's been nice to me and I don't know what to say. Being nice was washed out of my system a long time ago. I'd learnt to hide my emotions and surpress them as well as myself.
"Them is everyone, they all hate me. I get bullied alot and they dont care", I reply shyly.
"And why do they bully you?", he asked
"Oh come on stop acting. Who put you up to this eh? The bet is it? Your like the others. Your gonna bully me too jut because I'm a goth", I retorted. The boy look confused.
"I wouldn't do that, I dont know what your talking about. You seem normal to me", he said rubbing his hair. I let my guard down a bit thinking maybe this person was different to all the others. I turned my back to him and let the wind take my hair and let the sun refresh me.
"So your not going to be mean to me or pull my hair? Your going to be my friend?", I asked cautiously. Expecting him to burst out laughing and say I fell for it before running away, many people had done it on purpose to upset me.
"Of course I will. Now what are you doing out here and whats your name?", he continued. I smiled slightly, it felt so weird I haven't smiled in a long time I can't remember the last time I did.
"I'm Zara, the reason I'm out here is because I went on a walk", I lied I couldn't tell this stranger everything.
"Nice to meet you Zara, my name is Brad." he said. I whipped around and saw him smiling at me, looking at me with his bright blue eyes. Our eyes met for a split second and I looked around. And I thought of walking away but my actions took place along with my thoughts.
"Wait!", Brad shouted behind me. I turned and my grey and blue eyes flickered beating away the sun that glared at me.
"Where are you going? Dont go I want to know you better", he pleaded and his eyes gave a soft gaze at me like dogs do sometimes. I sighed and tilted my head slightly, thinking.
"If you must know I need to find somewhere to stay. But seeing as I've got nothing better to do I'll stay with you", I replied flatly, not understanding why someone wanted to stay with me. Usaully people wanted to avoid me at any cost. But Brad was different to everyone else.