THIS IS MY NEW FANFICTION AND IT IS BASED AROUND AN ORPHAN GIRL NAMED NOVEMBER. PLEASE READ IT I WORKED REALLY HARD ON IT AND I WILL BE GREATFULL IF YOU READ IT AND THEN LEAVE A COMMENT. SO THIS IS MY NEW FANFICTION I HOPE YOU LIKE IT.
Chapter One
Running Away From Hell
The shrieking sound pieced my ear as I rolled over in my bed, trying to return to my dreams. The haze clouded my vision and the dreams flooded back to me. The smell of the smouldering house burned at my nostrils and the smoke began to suffocate me. I dropped to my knee and the excruciating flames of the fire covered my body and charred my clothing. I screamed out in pain and I was awakened by gentle shake on my arm. I realized that the piecing shriek I had heard before was one of my own. I snapped my eyes opened and sat up quickly causing my blankets to fall onto the dark wooden floor. I franticly looked around the room and noticed that I was no longer in the burning house… I was back at the orphanage. I preferred to be in the burning house, the orphanage was hell for me. I felt another tug on my pyjama sleeve and I turned to face the source of the tugging. The pale fear stricken face of Abigail stared back at me with perfect tears in her eyes which resembled crystals. I swung my legs over the side of my bed and sat on the edge of the bed. I looked down at her and stretched my arm out to wipe her tears. Abigail was loyal but she didn’t understand how to control her emotions yet. I knew I ought to teach her how to lock away her emotions so she wouldn’t cry anymore but I didn’t want to destroy her hope so early in her young life. I picked her up and held her in my arms. She was only five and already she was in the worst place a child could be in. “I tried to make you stop. I tried to stop the bad dreams but it didn’t work. You kept screaming and yelling. I’m sorry I had to shake you I didn’t want to but nothing else helped.” Abigail spoke in sobs and then rested her head against my chest. Within a few minutes my filthy shirt was covered with her tears. I stroked her silky soft hair. “I never want to hear you scream again.” She punched me softly in the chest and I murmured a quiet laugh. “You will never have to hear me scream again, it’s been a month. It’s time for me to try again.” I said as I set Abigail down on the ground. The sun wasn’t even up yet and I knew if I didn’t leave now I would have to wait another month.
Running away from the orphanage was only difficult during the day while Miss Margit was awake and alert. This orphanage had been my prison but the last sixteen years even since I was abandoned on the day I was born. For the last two year every month I would attempt to run away but this time I was going to succeed. I walked slowly over to the wardrobe were I had hidden a backpack filled with all the thing I needed to survive out in the world. Money, cloths, passports and food were all in the pack, I had stolen it all. I changed out of my pyjamas into my best cloths which was pair a cheap jeans, black t-shirt and my only hoody which was black as well. “November, here you forgot to pack your fake ID.” I bent down hugged Abigail and took the ID as she handed it to me. “Thank you, do you remember what to do once I’m gone?” I asked quietly.
“Yes November. Once you’re gone I fill your bed with pillows and in the morning I tell Miss Margit that you didn’t get out of bed this morning and that I think you’re sick. Oh and I tell her that I didn’t wake you because you’re always in a bad mood. I say that so I don’t get in trouble.” Abigail’s voice was shaky and breathy. “Good girl, and remember I will come find you when I’m eighteen then I can adopt you.” I kissed her on the head and then sneaked out of the room and into the hallway. I carefully walked throughout the house avoiding all the floor boards that creaked and all the lights that casted a shadow. The front door was a few steps away and I knew not to get excited because that was what had led to my down fall the first time. I reached out and slowly turned the keys in the lock, they were idiots for keeping the keys there. I then gradually turned the door knob. Walked out of the orphanage I felt a cool breeze of freedom hit my head but I still didn’t get excited. I shut the door and walked over to the side walk and I turned back to looked up at the building. Abigail was sitting at the window of our room. She held up the sign she had made the first time I tried to escape. This sign meant that everyone was still awake. “RUN” was written in big red letters. I showed my smiling face as she giggled at me. And then I sprinted off. The air whipped at my skin as I cut through it as I ran. I longed for the feeling of freedom but somehow I still wasn’t feeling it. My disgusting black hair flow in front of my face as I ran and I had to adjust it everything couple of miles. I didn’t know what I was running for or toward but I knew when I got there.
I stopped outside a bar and I had a craving for alcohol. My throat dried up as soon as I saw the lit up sign and the pain was agonizing. The place was shabby outside and inside. The roof had holes in it and it seemed like the whole building was made out of wood, including its furniture which was all broken or damaged somehow. The place was pack I guess it was because there was no other place nearby. I strode up the bar and sat on one of the only empty seats which weren’t broken. I stared down the bar tender and he walked over to me straight away, possibly out of fear. “Um, you look a little young.” The bar tender mumble, he looked like a college kid. He had short platinum blond hair which was slicked back by gel or his own spit, I couldn’t tell. His was innocent looking but he had a few scars due to fights in the bar I guessed. He was lanky and he had no muscles. “And you look like a pre-schooler.” I snapped at his in my usually cold dead voice which I hid from Abigail. I pulled my fake ID out and showed it to him. “See I’m possibly older than you junior.”
“Okay, what do you want?” he said in a slightly loader voice but this time it was shaky. “I need alcohol, strong alcohol.” I told the kidlike bar tender. He shuffled away and brought my back a huge glass of god knows what. I put the cup to my lips and skulled the entire glass in less than a minute. “Bring me back two more.” I demanded and within a few minutes I was already drunk. I had done what I had come here to do and now it was time to pay and leave.
My vision was blurred by coloured splotches and I could tell that as I walked away from the sad example of a bar I wasn’t heading in a straight line. I couldn’t even workout what way I had originally come from, but there was something I did know, someone was following me. Continuing to walk as fast as I could I continue to listen to my follower’s footsteps as well. We both walked a while like that before he spoke. “Do you need a ride home? You’re clearly drunk and I can tell you’re under aged.” The voice sound kind but sad at the same time. I turned around quickly which caused me to almost lose my balance. “You listen to me pervert. I don’t need your help I need no ones’ help. So go to hell!” I screamed the late few words at him and I then spat in his face. I couldn’t see what he looked like but I could still see his outline. “Hey you’re drunk, please just…”
“Thanks for that Captain Obvious, I had no idea.” I said sarcastically as I cut him off. I was starting to get sick of this guy and who the hell was he I didn’t see him in the bar. I wanted to just be left alone was that too much to ask for? He put his hand on my shoulder but a shaved it off straight away.
“Please just let me help you?”
“Are you am idiot, maybe I need to spell it out for you. I… DON’T… NEED… YOUR… HELP” I said slowly hoping it would help it slink into his thick skull.
“Look you don’t know me but I am pretty sure your parent would like for you to get home safe.” All of a sudden my face went hot, my heart began to beat rapidly, and the splotches blocking my vision turned to red. “No, they don’t care and they are never going to care, but you pervert ain’t going to get me in your car! Maybe find some other girl who’s had a few more drinks!” I screeched all my words at him and I then hit out at him. I felt the hard impact of his face meeting my fist. Remorseless pain surged up my arm to my shoulder and I hear a bone chilling crack and it didn’t come from the man. I bit my lip and went to punch him in the gut with my other fist but he dodged it. I screamed out in anger and pain. Why wouldn’t he just stay still and let me punch him. “Please stop this you’re going to get even more hurt.” There was genuine care in his voice which only made me want to hurt him more. The only one allowed to care for me was Abigail and I had just abandoned her at a hell hole. I tried to hit him again but this time he grabbed my fit and forced me to the ground. “I need to help you, just help you!” he yelled at me as I struggled to get up, but he had a strong grip on me. “Now do you have a name?” his voice was oddly polite, even though I had just punched him in the face. “November,” I said as I stopped struggling “and you are?”
“Gerard, now can I let go of you without you punching me again?” he asked. “Not likely” I thought to myself as I started to struggle again but it was no use, he was strong. “Okay,” I said. He then let go of me and I leaped up but I didn’t attempt to punch him this time, there was once again no use. “So can I drive you somewhere?” he asked once again. I looked up at him but I could still only see his outline.
“I don’t have anywhere to go.” I confessed.
“November, how old are you?” the concern in his voice still made me angry but he was now my ticket to getting away.
“I’m turning sixteen this year.” I answered with my cold and dead voice again. Suddenly the ground underneath me started to spin and my head became dizzy as I tried to focus on the moving night. I felt Gerard put his hands on my shoulders to help me stay balanced, but even his hands started to felt distance. I felt as if I was being pulled under a haze of fog. I tried to keep my head above the fog but since it was all in my head it followed me. The fog consumed me completely but I still attempted to fight it. The fog entered my eyes to created imagines that weren’t there. I had drunk too much. “Far out!” were the last words I said before I blacked out.
