Chapter 1

a/n: Holly sh!% I'm back! I have officially become ungrounded from my parents. Reasons for my groundings will not be discussed here because it is quite the story. If you would like to ask me about it, feel free to P.M or REVIEW to me! I know that this first chapter is short, but I swear to the big man in the sky or in the ground, that the next chapters will be longer! This right below is more of a prologue type thing. So please, leave me a C.S.Q(Comment, question, suggestion)!

Disclaimer: I actually own this story plot, but not the characters . . . I would rather have the characters. :_(

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Warning: Un beta'd. Nothing much in this area, just that it's painfully short.

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The blood dripped behind him as he limped through the dark and cold alley. All he was wearing were dirty boxers with a blood-stained bed sheet wrapped around his pale, shivering body. His silver hair was matted and stuck to his sweat-soaked forehead. His body was so weak. All he wanted to do was sleep forever, but he couldn't because he needed to get away. Freedom was the only thing he had left to hang on to.

His lilac eyes were watery and every now and then a tear would flow down his cheek, passed his bruised neck and onto his naked chest. All he could do was walk forward even though it hurt. He had no idea where to go. The alley would probably end somewhere and hopefully he would know then where to go. He knew that he couldn't go back. He could never go back. He made a decision and he was going to stick with it. That life wasn't for him. He didn't know what other life he could have, but he hoped that it would be better than the one before.

He looked up when he heard the sound of cars passing by. There were a few cars driving by and other cars going in the opposite direction. The stop and go lights were bright and so were the street lights. For some odd reason, this street looked familiar to him. His head was pounding and fuzzy, but he knew this area. The strings of the fancy moderately sized houses that were identical to each other, much like a strait-laced suburban town, were so familiar to him. He has been here before.

He walked outside the alley to get a better look around. People were staring at him from the inside of their cars, he was sure that they were, but he was too out of it and dizzy to care about them. At least there were no people walking on the sidewalk. There were only a few cars on the street. Most of the house lights on both sides of the street were off. That wasn't surprising. It was probably around midnight at the time. He did notice that one of the houses were still lit. The moment that he laid eyes on the still lit house, he finally realized where he was.

He limped as fast as he could to the house. Some car honked at him as he crossed the street desperately. When he finally went in front of the house he felt some relief. He was feeling safety and security as he approached the house. He held on to his sheet that was still wrapped around him with one hand and used his other hand to ring the doorbell. He waited as long as he could without falling unconscious. When the door opened, he wrapped his free arm around the neck of the person who opened the door and said in a broken whisper,

"Help me."

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