Chapter 1: "Give Me A Sign"

The bells rang causing all the doors in the front of the school to blast open with screams of excitement for their freedom. School was over, it was the last day of high school for the seniors they were all filled with joy. No more homework, no more teachers, no more shitty school lunches, just a taste of freedom. The day was bright, there were cars parked everywhere trying to pick up their kids, a few adults already cursing each other out for a decent spot in the front. The kids scattered everywhere jumping up and down with exciting thrill. The girls were hugging each other and crying making it seem like they'll never see each other again. The boys were giving each other pushes and shoves in their weird playful way as they ran to there own vehicles in the parking lot. This is what every high school senior has been waiting for there entire lives, no more school. But for her, it was different.

She was sitting in the classroom starring down motionlessly at her open book. Everyone had escaped fast from this prison, including the teacher. She was the only living thing left in the room. Hearing the loud chanting through the windows, she tilted her head a little to see everyone running wildly outside. She rolled her eyes in annoyance making her way back down to her book. Placing her hand on the top corner of the page forming a small crease to remember where her place is in the reading. Closing the book slowly with her hand resting on top of the cover, she took a long sigh as she closed her eyes for a second in thought.

So, this was it, the end of school, the only place for her to get away during long hours of the day, now taken from her. She knew she couldn't stay for long, the school wouldn't be open all day, especially since it's the last day. What was she going to do next? Her eyes shot opened with a bit a panic and worry. She couldn't spend months again alone in that dreadful house with her uncle, without any school to keep her occupied, that was her only ticket to catch a break. If she goes back to the house she'd be in a prison, with no escape, and no way out.

She had to stop thinking about this nightmarish situation, it was only causing her more stress then what she intended to feel. She threw open her bag placing all her belonging in it. Sliding off her seat lazily forcing herself to stand, she threw on her strap bag moving it over her shoulder blade. Leaving the room with heavy footsteps, making her way to the front entrance of the school. All the doors were opened wide letting in all the suns shining bright light. She stayed in the shade as she leaned against the hard metal door with her arms crossed, along with one leg crossed over the other. Observing everyone who remained, watching the seniors drive away in their own cars with friends at their side laughing and having a fun time. Wishing she had that life style, not the friend's part though, she knew she could survive without having to deal with friends, but the car. She needed a car to get away from it all, anything would do, maybe even a Harley she thought. But her aggravating uncle would never let her buy a car, let alone have a car in the first place, he knew her intentions too well.

She's ran away from that house so many times that she's even lost count. It wasn't a home, it was misery.

~ring ring~

The ringer on her phone startled her, making her lose all thought. It was her uncle, oh boy, she thought what mood of his waits for me today. Her thumb hovered over the decline button, but it probably wouldn't be the best idea. Rolling her eyes irritatingly, she quickly pressed the green button to hear death.

"Casey, where are you?" Her uncle sounded annoyed by the tone of his voice.

"In the school's library." She lied, it was closed sadly, but he didn't have to know.

"Why are you ther- wait isn't it the last day of school?" His dumb questions made Casey stick her tongue out at the phone like a child.

"Because there's AC here, and that's something you don't have." She was desperate for this conversation to end already.

"Hey, you better watch your tone with me missy." He said in a stern voice. Casey didn't even bother saying anything yet trying to conserve her energy.

"You better be home soon, or I'll come get you in my car, that's something you don't have." He sounded harsh, but what else was new. She didn't answer to his cheap rude remark for about a good five seconds. She felt like someone had just punched her hard in the gut.

"Ok. I'll be, home soon." saying the word home made her want to puke up today's nasty lunch.

"Good." He said it as simple as that, before the line went dead.

Casey still had the phone to her ear as she starred into nothing, she was hurt emotionally and physically inside and out of her body. Soon she woke up from her coma placing her phone back into her sweaters front pocket. Proceeding her way down sluggishly the small set of stairs in front of the school. Each footstep back to the house was like stepping on rusty nails. Taking her sweet time with every step, there was no rush for the destination she was headed to. Soon passing by the old park, where people loved to spend most of their hours during the day. But Casey preferred to be out at night in this area, sitting on a giant rock starring up at the moon as it's ghostly light takes over the park's crystal blue lake. But when could she ever really go out alone without being questioned or stopped? Casey took out her phone once more and checked the time.

"3:35. Just great, you'll be there before you even know it Casey. Perfect." She sarcastically said to herself starting to feel a painful throbbing on the side of her temple.

Casey took a moment to stop and sit on the bench near by. The heat was a killer, she was all in black, with a long sleeve sweater along with a couple of layers underneath. Any person with a brain would strip it off fast, but she wouldn't feel secure. She had too much to hide underneath, if anyone saw her beaten soul they would pity her, it wouldn't be the best feeling in the world. The roads weren't as busy like they usually are on Fridays. Casey couldn't wait for fall, with the smell of crisp apples and spiced pumpkins. Seeing the trees leaves change to the harm colors of red, yellow, and orange, along with a cool breeze. Discarding her thoughts Casey soon stood up having to continue her path.

She was half way there, but she continued her long journey placing her headset in her ears drowning out her thoughts to the sound of heavenly music.

Sadly, she made it to her block. It was now 4 o'clock, but the sun was still shining bright though the trees. Her neighborhood wasn't the best, but it was tolerable. The houses were narrow, and close together, with metal fenced gates separating each property line. There wasn't much room on the sides of each house, or much privacy, but she made do with whatever she could.

Almost making it to the house she looked up from staring at the pavement noticing a big moving truck near the front of her house and the old house next store. Seeing three big men hopping in and out of the back of the truck with giant boxes on the shoulders. Was someone moving in, no one has lived in that old dirty house for years now she thought to herself taking out her earpieces. She stopped in her tracks for a moment to put her music away in her bag, glancing up she saw that the men were almost done anyways. They took in the last item, soon heading back for their truck taking off fast, leaving only the thick black smoke trailing behind them.

Casey continue her walk to the front gate of the house unlatching it to make her way in then locking it again from behind. She turned slowly about to make her way to the front door, suddenly frozen in her tracks as the new next neighbor starred at her with the door slightly cracked opened. It was obviously a man, and he looked tall. She couldn't make out his face at all though, it was a bit too far away to see any major detail, she'd have to get closer. But there was no way she wasn't going to do that.

Casey thought of saying hello maybe to end this horrible awkwardness and feeling of being starred up and down at from afar. She never understood why people were always like this towards her, looking at her like she was a freak. On second thought, she might pass on the whole saying hello can I help you with something sir is there a reason why you keep staring me down. This man did not move from his spot, his hard glare towards her made him appear to be a crazy serial killer. For a second she pictured this man standing in the corner of her room ready to attack at any given moment, but she couldn't see him completely which made it harder to have a complete image. This was so idiotic she thought to herself, she was just overthinking things as usual. Feeling a bit stupid standing there she quickly looked down trying to pretend she never spotted him. Casey retrieved her phone pretending to make a call to someone.

Then suddenly the door slammed shut fast startling her. It caused her body to shake a little out of place, she wasn't expecting that at all.

"That was weird." She whispered to herself causing one of her brows to curve up a little in confusion. Questions started to pile up overwhelming her brain.

Maybe he was shy, or just plain creepy. She didn't want to judge a person she's never met before, even though she did get a little glimpse of him, but not enough though. Turning around fully to head for the front door she inserted the key, taking in a deep breath before turning it completely she prayed everything goes smooth for her, for once. She entered, only to hear the soft click of the door fully closing behind her.

She was finally inside the house, taking a brisk look to her left. The bright light of the TV caught her eyes, the curtains weren't fully open which made the room a bit dark. The hunting channel was on, playing at a normal volume. Noticing her uncle was in the recliner seat with a beer in his hand holding it with a loose grip. Thinking to herself, maybe he was asleep. She really hoped he was, so she wouldn't have to be bothered by him too much for the rest of the day. Holding her bag with one hand tightly against her body trying not to make any noise. She carefully walked next to him with light footsteps just to make sure he was actually sleeping. She looked over carefully holding her breath desperately trying not to make a sound. Then a loud snore erupted from his mouth, making Casey jump back a little, he was asleep.

She was relieved, she turned around making her way up the stairs avoiding every creaky part on the wooden staircase as possible. Making her way to the top she turned the corner to the end of the hall where her door was. Turning the knob fast slipping her way inside checking behind her out of habit. He may be asleep, but she still had to lock the door every night.

Casey spun around leaning her back against her old rickety door, she stared at her room aimlessly. The color of her was violet, with a small desk against the wall to do her drawings, along with a nice sized bed and a dresser. The room was a decent size for someone her age of being seventeen, but she deserved better. She enjoyed having two nice big windows though, one to see the front yard, and the other one was on the side of the house. She was able to see more of the next store neighbor's home completely. The houses were close together letting her see everything inside the house. But no one ever lived in the old house next door for years, until now.

Sliding her bag off her shoulders was a relief, placing it next to her bed. She crawled her way over the mattress lying flat as a starfish. Letting out a long painful sigh, then taking in a heavy breath as she closed her eyes. It was nice just to lay there and not do anything. The house was so quiet and peaceful, for now, she thought feeling a little worried.

Her eyes slowly opened from her little cat nap. Reaching for her phone on the wooden table next to the lamp to check the time. It was almost ten, making a short sigh knowing she definitely won't be able to sleep tonight now. Suddenly her bladder started to hurt causing her a sharp pain, she had to use the bathroom. Damn, it was just down the hall, in order to get there she had to make it past her uncles' room. Rolling off the bed walking sluggishly to her door and carefully unlocked it, she braced herself. Opening it with a slight crack trying to take a quick peek down hallway. Her uncle's door was closed, he must of moved from the couch to the bed and pasted out again. The coast was clear.

"Thank goodness." She whispered softly to herself at ease.

Opening her door a smidge wider she tip toed her way to the bathroom. She locked the door and headed for the toilet. What a feeling of relief, she thought she was going to explode. Finishing up her business she headed for the sink to wash up a bit, she might as well brush her teeth too while she was at it. Drying herself off with the towel she finally finished.

She looked in the mirror at her reflection, she wondered if she looked like her mother. She didn't understand why this thought popped in her head, it mostly only seems to upset her making her feel numb. What a life she could've had if only her uncle had gotten the heart attack in the end and not her father, or even her mother. Life would have been too perfect, but nothing in this curl world is perfect. Why her, why did god choose this young woman to suffer, what did she do to deserves this madness, for what purpose? Remembering as a child late at night she would pray for an angel to come save her, but there never was an angel to ascent from heaven to take her to a better place. She believed that the best is yet to come. Instead she got the devil, Casey lost faith that day in god, her angel never came. It never answered her letters she left until her pillow as an infant, she wrote Dear God, but now all she could ever write was Dear Agony.

Casey looked away from her reflection in despair turning to the door, placing her hand on the knob, shutting the light off, and letting herself out into the hall. Her eyes shot up seeing her uncle come out of his room the same time as her. Shit.

"Hey Casey-Bear, why didn't you wake me when you got home, we could've gotten something to eat." He said in sweet-sounding voice as he rubbed his left eye. She knew right away something was off. He only acts in this certain manner when he wants something from her, and she didn't want to know what.

"That's ok, I'm not that hungry anyways." She said putting on a little fake smile. She was starving, all she had was that shitty spaghetti and meatballs from the school's cafeteria. You'd think they'd have something better to eat for the last day of school.

"Ah, so no more school you finally did it! Now you don't have to work on boring papers anymore, and hey you can spend more time with me now." His demeanor was starting to scare her a little, where was this going.

"Ye- yeah, um, I- I was actually thinking maybe- "before she could finish her sentence, her uncle took both his hands and rested them heavily on her shoulders. He towered over her starring deep in her eyes, this frighten her making a body shake a little out of place.

"You weren't thinking about leaving me again Casey. Right?" He said in a lower tone eyeing her.

"No. I just- "she couldn't finish her whispery sentence, she tilted her head down. John took his hand grabbing her jaw and lifting it up to meet eye contact again.

"No matter where you ever run off to again, believe me when I tell you this, I will hunt you down, and I will find you Casey." His voice sounded evil and possessive. She tried her best to hold back her tears.

"Your mine." He stated to her. Casey said nothing, just giving a simple slight nod. His thick brows were knitted together studying her intensely.

"Yes. I know." She said in defeat.

"Ok." He murmured letting go of her jaw. Finally, his repulsive hand was off her already. She took one small step back to have a little bit more space.

"Wanna sleep with me tonight Casey-Bear, like old times just like we use to?" His question made Casey want to scream for help.

"I, um, think it would better if I, slept in my own bed. I'm feeling a little sick and I wouldn't want to give it to you." She bit her tongue hoping he would just say ok and she could scramble back into her room.

He crossed his arms leering her down. He could've just pick her up and dragged her to his room, she weighed as much as nothing. Casey hoped that wasn't going happen. John placed one of his giant hands on the side of her head feeling her silky soft hair. Casey didn't move a muscle.

"Alright. Next time. I got work in the morning anyways, goodnight." He said taking away his hand and just as that he went back into his room shutting the door behind him. She hurried to her room shutting it silently behind her locking it without a second thought. She got off easy.

Her cheeks became red as a chili pepper holding her hand over her mouth desperately trying to hold back her painful screams. Tears started to fall and swell up her face. Her knees fell to the floor making her head fall forward. She rocked back and forth moving her hands over her neck and hair. Was she really stuck here in this hell-hole for the rest of her life? She thought to herself madly wondering what was going to become of her the next day, or week, or even years. She had to come up with something, anything, but she didn't have much money to go anywhere. Her uncle only gave her 10 bucks sometimes for school when he felt like it, she tried to save up as much as she could, it didn't last long though. She didn't have much left to run away again, she'd probably go hungry in the first couple of hours. It was hopeless she thought in anguish.

Casey frantically got up grabbing her phone and black sweater struggling to put it on as the tears still fell. She opened her front window as wide as possible and climbed her way out making it to the roof top.

This was where she went to just be alone with her thoughts and along with a little bit of freedom. Yes, it was dangerous, but it wasn't as dangerous as what's inside lurking the house. Pushing her butt to the top she finally sat leaning her back against the red bricked chimney. The roof top wasn't too steep for her to go sliding off, it was just right. From there she would see everyone's homes, backyards, and even the giant park she passed by walking home early she was able to see everything. It was nice to get away from her uncles' foul stench of beer escaping from his mouth. Wiping away her tears she took deep breathes trying to calm down. She took out her phone it was now 11 o'clock, the crescent moon lingered over the houses shining its milky white bright light. What a beautiful night to be out in this cool breeze.

"I gotta get out of here. Gotta get out of Skid Row." She said aloud, she knew it wasn't anything like the real Skid Row but it sure as hell felt like it.

Tucking her knees together and holding them tightly in place. She made a short sigh looking up.

"Alright. I'm gonna give it one last shot with you." She said shedding a single tear.

"Give me a sign. Don't leave me to die here, find me a savior." She whispered softly towards the night sky.

She continued to glared up at the clear skies soon connecting the stars, and escaping from reality.

He observed her features from afar as he gradually walked towards the window. Moving the curtain ever so slightly, he followed her gaze towards the night sky.

Authors Note

(This is a AU! The kidnapping never happened!) (I do NOT own Split)

I hope you enjoyed this first part! I'm a big fan of split/glass! I have written Fan-Fiction before about other things, but never posted anything online because I never had the time. Now I finally got the chance to post some of my work! FEEL FREE TO COMMENT BELOW OR ASK ANY QUESTIONS!

Have a nice day! ;)