Nicole's New Life - Open RP

I couldn't take the abuse from everyone anymore. I had to leave, right now. Right this very moment. I snuck out to my crudely-made shelter for my Harley motorcycle, and tried to open the rusty hatch. "God. My parents haven't let me ride this thing in the longest time," I grunted, slowly prying the hatch open. There she was, my little Harley. The only thing I could actually look forward to in life besides eating. Clutching the small can of gasoline that I stole from under my father's workbench, I shuffled towards her. I was leaving this town, maybe even this state. I would ride on until the gas burned right out. I wanted to get as far away from here as possible. I filled her up and kicked up the stand. My parents were too engrossed in their fight to even give a care about anything. I would be safe. Putting the key in the ignition, she rumbled to life and before I had any second thoughts, I was off.

I still fail to see how I can remember that so clearly, for 3 years ago, I thought, sitting by the fireplace in my lame excuse for an apartment. It was cheap, it had a bed, and a fireplace, so I really shouldn't be complaining. A stray tear came down my cheek, as I roasted a small hotdog over the fire. "Those idiots I called parents ruined my childhood at home, and my retarded 'friends' ruined my childhood wherever else I happened to be. At least I am away from it all now." I said, and sighed.

Quietly eating my half-cooked hotdog, I smiled to herself. I don't need anyone. Nobody can tell me what to do. I thought, chewing on some patches of raw meat. "Well, that's what you get if you don't have any money." I said, my mouth half-full of hotdog. Why did abusive people exist anyways? They should go burn in hell. The last thought comforted me as I put out the fire, and crawled into my lumpy, uncomfortable bed. It came with the apartment, at least...

I sat up and looked out the window. "sunny" I whispered. I exited the room and payed for the room. I went outside and started walking to the bar for food. A hamburger and a water.

I woke up a mess. But who the hell cared? Certainly not me. I took a poptart, a small bottle of beer, and went out to my Harley. I felt extremely careless today, so I dropped my helmet onto the sidewalk outside my apartment and took off, poptart in my mouth, beer in my left hand. Where was I going? I sure had not clue. I just wanted to escape my pain.

I finished up then went outside. I had no clue what to do. A tear fell down my cheek as I remembered my horses and dogs were gone...same with my mother and father. I sat down the curb and looked down the road.

I was roaring down the road when I saw a girl that looked just about as miserable as I did. I slowed down, and watched her as I rode past. "Hm. Imagine that. Another miserable person on this cruel planet." I said to myself as I smashed my beer bottle on the road. You couldn't blame me, I was a bit drunk.

I looked up when I heard the bottle smash. I stood up and started cleaning the mess "What else is there to do?" I said pathetically. I finished up then sat back down "What now?" I whispered. I pulled down the sleeves of my sweatshirt so no one would see my arms.

I parked in the parking lot to the bar, and staggered inside. Since the water didn't work in my place right now, I had to wash my face in the restroom. After looking at myself a couple of times, I could point out every scar my parents and so called 'friends' had ever-so-kindly given to me. There were too many to count. I gave up and staggered back out of the building. I was a little less drunk then I was before, and noticed that girl again. What in the world could you do besides stare at the road? I was a little puzzled, and sat down in a bench near her, observing her.

I looked at her through the side of my eye as I parted my hair messily then pulled my hood up so she couldn't see my scars. I let my hair fall on my face so she couldn't see any of those either. "May I help you?" I asked politely.

"No, nodoby can help me," I said, tucking my hair behind my ear. "But you look like you need some help." My gaze was firmly fixed on her face. So many scars... I wonder what happened. And she does a poor job of hiding them too.

I looked at her face to face, as I turned my hood fell releasing more scars into the open "Not like I can be helped much more then you" I said rolling my shoulders then looking away again. "Not with my past" I added quietly.

I played with one of my curls. "You should get some help before it is too late. It's too late for me." I said in an irritated voice. And with saying that, I hopped on my Harley and drove back to my apartment.

I smiled slightly "Lets see it started when I was 11 and I'm now 18...so is this to late? Have all these scars lasted too long? Who the hell would wanna help me? I'm just a aggressive teenager" I said.

I went up the apartment ladder and kicked the door open, started a fire in my crumbling fireplace, and got out another beer. I was allowed to drown my pain, wasn't I? But that girl... I could still clearly see her face. What in the world happened to her?