Chapter 3

A Chapter by Angelove

Why i had let Mark drive me to North Hollywood, i don't know...I mean we haven't even made it there yet and I was sitting next to him as he drove his van on the highway. I totally ignored him the whole time, wouldn't loook at him also...but then i started to get lonely and i wanted to say something but i was too shy to. I didn't know him that well...i never even really liked him but his intoxicating eyes made me think twice about him.

When I was taken into a foster home I had ran away before...but i didn't get real far.

When I was found the placed me into the Deasons. I went to a public high school for a year. I was in 9th grade and this year went into 10th... I hated going to school, I had F's in every class and was made the laughing stock of the school. Nobody liked me because i was i guess an emo. I wasn't really emo i didn't dress dark or baggie cloths. I wore brand names, just because the Deasons tried everything to make me happy...nothing worked. I got the new shirts and pants, put them away and just locked my door and maybe cut once or twice. But know i have a problem. I like the way cutting made me feel.

My mom, dad and sister died over a year and i wasn't over it yet. Right know i didn't think i would ever be happy again. My sister was only three years old...they found her dead in an ally three blocks away from my home...her body broken...almost like every bone in her body broken. Blood covered her. My poor baby sister abducted by the rotten mother fuckers who killed my mother and father. Tortured a baby. Who could be so fucked up in the head to do that? "Ava?" Mark asked. "Are you okay, your crying."

I looked into the mirror outside the car and wiped away the tears that i had no clue where falling from my eyes. I replayed "Yeah, i'm fine." He took my hand and heal it for a second. Your freezing."

"But i'm fine." He sighed and turned the heat on.