My life truly started the day it ended. I have thought about dying many times since my mums' death but dying at the age of eighteen I never expected for that to happen. Looking up at the night sky, the bright full moon shining above, large, tall trees surround me, I almost forgot what was going on around me. I can hear shouting in the distance, I hear him call my name as he comes running to my side. As I lay on the ground gasping for air, I feel the warmth of my blood pooling underneath me, the gentle breeze of the wind was cold on my skin or is that just me.
I look around, pain resonates throughout my body, tears fall from my eyes as I see my friends still fighting hard to survive. I can tell they are all worried about me, but they needed to focus on saving themselves. My surroundings start to darken, my breathing becomes shallow, I couldn't focus on his face, I could no longer feel the cold breeze or the warmth of my blood.
I didn't feel his strong arms when they wrapped underneath me as he picked me up from the ground. The last thing I remember seeing is the bright moon above. I was so grateful that I got to see it one last time, I was grateful for being able to see his face for one last time.
6 months earlier
I was at a club in the city when I first met him. A few days before I started at a new school, I decided to go for an adventure in the city close to the town I moved too. Dressed in a black dress, that hugged my figure, a diamond choker and black 6-inch stilettos. My hair was straight and softly sat over my shoulders and back, complimenting my outfit with a black smoky eye covering my eyelids. I would never understand why I got carded that night, but I was grateful for my fake ID. I noticed him straight away, standing across the room, drink in hand, talking to the band members before they went on stage. I found it odd how as soon as I walked in, out of all the people in the crowd my eyes found his, as he looked at me an instant attraction flared between us. His blue eyes piercing my core, his brown, luscious hair fell slightly to one side, his scruffy beard framed his face amazingly, he was wearing black ripped jeans, a formal black shirt with a leather jacket. I looked away fast as I didn't want to be caught staring at him.
I walked over to the bar and ordered myself a rum and coke, I was waiting for a few minutes as the bartender served others who were there before me. Once the drink was served, I sculled it instantly to calm my nerves and ordered another. I took this drink onto the dance floor with me, the lights, the music, the atmosphere was exhilarating. I lost control on the dance fall, I didn't notice when other people started staring at me, but I could feel his eyes on me, I looked over to where I could feel him staring from, I smiled and looked away. Shortly after I could feel his presence right behind me, the attraction between us was undeniable, he grabbed my hips a pulled them back into his crouch and we started swaying back and forth in sync, I turned myself around and put my arms around his neck, as he wraps his arms around my back. As the night goes, the attraction grows stronger, we continue to dance, drink, and talk for hours. The night grows faint as the crowd begins to lessen, we didn't realise the crowd was gone until we were told to leave. As we go to part ways, he grabs my hand and pulls me into a kiss, we both believed that would be the last time we would see each other.
A few days later I met my best friend, we didn't know that at the time. She introduced me to everyone else in our little group. She became my best friend not long afterwards, I don't exactly understand how as we are completely different. She has light emerald, green eyes that have a natural sparkle and naturally straight blonde hair, that she regularly styles into curls, beautifully white skin tone with naturally pink toned cheeks, she's not the type of girl that needs to wear makeup, so she doesn't wear a lot. I tiny bit of foundation every now and then, an exceptionally light pink eyeshadow, a small amount of mascara as her eyelashes are naturally long and dark, and a small amount of lip gloss generously massaged on to her luscious plumped pink lips. She has the body of a goddess, long legs, hourglass figure, large breasts, and buttocks, she manages to compliment every part of her body with her clothes, which are pink or very colourful, I guess you would say she is a girly girl wearing high heels, pink clothes, nails done all the time. Where I, I have naturally straight raven black hair, strikingly blue eyes, a fair white skin tone. I don't wear that much makeup, mostly eye makeup, I wear enough foundation to cover my flaws. I will sometime where a dark eyeshadow, but I generally just have winged eyeliner and a lip gloss or dark lipstick, I do get lash extensions done. I wear black ripped jeans with chains, a black crop top or short ripped black shorts and a studded crop with a studded/chained leather jacket, with studded heals, I guess some would say I have a gothic/e-girl type style. I have my nose, tongue, belly, nipples pierced and a lot of ear piercings. I have around 10-12 tattoos. As you can tell we are completely different and yet we get along well.
I was new to town, I moved here to live with my father's sister, my aunt after my mother died in a car crash, she was a famous race car driver, so I never expected her to die in a stupid car crash on the side of the road. I never knew my father, but my mother and aunt were good friends in high school and stayed in touch over the years. Neither of them really likes my father, they won't tell me why, they just say it's because he left when he found out about me, but I really don't believe that I think there is more to the story. Any way when I started at a new school, I didn't expect to make many friends, considering it's a small town and many people grew up together, I didn't think they would be too keen on some new random person moving to town and into the school to change everything up, to be honest they weren't happy about it. I wasn't happy about moving to a new town either, I wasn't happy about leaving my friends and having to start all over, I wasn't happy that I had to live with my aunt, I hardly knew the woman. I really wasn't in a good place, I wanted to be left alone to wallow in my sadness of losing my mum, but I couldn't do that could I? I had to try and live my life in an entirely new place, with entirely new people.