myOtaku.com: Alex the Lion

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Birthday
• 1992-10-20
Gender
• Female
Location
• the punk streets
Member Since
• 2005-06-16
Occupation
• im in a band, and do quite alot of sk8ing
Real Name
• Sarah

Personal

Achievements
• im in a band and i sk8 and im am rich yay
Anime Fan Since
• dunno dun care
Favorite Anime
• anime is super gay
Goals
• famous me woot woot!
Hobbies
• guitar sk8ing and acting like a horse's ass
Talents
• being an idiot THANK U BAM!!!!!!

myOtaku.com: Alex the Lion

Thursday, February 2, 2006

Broken Home, Broken Life, Broken Child-Part 14-Out Of Nowhere, a Physical Flashback
i cant say life ogt any better for me. but it was staying the same. it was worse. far worse than any other time of my life. maybe coming back to the suburbias wasnt the best idea. because when i got there, the smell, the atmosphere, the pure thought of staying where i was brought back haunting memories of my past. sleeping was hard, everything got harder. life was going down hill for me, and it was only gonna get worse. i woke up at 4 in the morning a couple of nights after the whole insident with the cops. i had 2 worry about them finding my ass and hauling me off, another reason my sleep went down the drain, but this night was far different from any of that. i woke up with a nudge of my shoulder. "hey-hey-hey you!!!" sumone said as they nudged me again, i groaned and rolled over, "K-K-K-Kurt!!!" the voice said again. i was adgetated, "WHAT!!!!" i yelled sitting up. the kid looked at me. he was no older than 13. i took a good look at his twitching face, and reliezed i know the kid. it was Niles, one of the youngest kids out here. he was never this high, "Niles?" i said looking at him funny. "the-the-the one and only." he answered with a stutter. "what have you been smoking?" i asked as i rubbed my eyes and stood up. i stretched my arms, and Niles was thinking really hard, "w-w-w-well, these kids at the....school, they can score some sweet shit. yeah it was a downer on my piggy bank, b-b-b-but it paid off." he said nervously. he wasnt high, he was in withdrawal. Tuck came down the raod a couple minutes after that. "where were u?" i asked. "Sheetz, cigerattes, u get the senario..." he said as he flashed a pack of Malboro cigerattes. he looked at my side and he took one out and lit it, "oh hey Niles." he said as he took a puff, "NILES!?!?!" he yelled as he blew the smoke out of his mouth. "he-he-hey Tuck, long time n-n-no s-s-see." he said twitching. Tuck was stunned, last time we saw Niles he was a sober street punk. he skated, and was new to the life. now he was an addict. "oh my god kid, your a fuckin addict!!!" he said as he stared at him. Niles didnt know wat way was up or down, he probobly wanted something to smoke. he was willing, but i wasnt sure it would be the best idea to give it to him. but, "dude, isnt it a school night?" i teased. Tuck laughed, we were gonna screw with him, "s-s-s-so, come on i need it Kurt!!! Tuck? any1!?!?" he said straining 4 something to light up. either that of some Coke. anything he could get his grubby little paws on. "god Niles, go home!!! come back when you've got some sense." Tuck said. Treating Niles like shit wasnt the way to be, he was a little crack whore, but werent we all at one time? I looked at Tuck, kind of telling him 2 smoke and leave Niles alone. "im going back 2 bed man" Tuck said as he turned away. "all rite, nite man" i said, Niles sort of nodded, he was lost for words. "let's walk shall we?" i said as i went off into a direction. Niles hit himself in the head, and walked next to me. he stumbled over, and walked beside me. this boy needed 2 chat with me. and i needed to get him out why he was ahead. "so why did u turn to drugs?" i asked. i seemed more mature, more driven. like becomeing an insomniac was making me think more, talk less. "w-w-w-well, i just wanted them, u know, become more street, get out when i could." he was trying to keep it straight. not trying to act so withdrawn from wat he wanted, needed. "well, your 13, i didnt even leave when i was 13!!!" i said. "well, i havent either." he said not stuttering. "i ran away, they're lookin for me" he said looking at his feet. "what are you gonna do?" i asked looking around me. he looked up and looked away, away into the horizon, he was blank, but the most serious ive ever seen him, "run" he said. i was silent. "run, Kurt, run far away. and they wont find me, they'll stop looking. the school, everyone. i'll be dead, gone, everyone will forget Niles Remmington, the one that got away. Pffft, nobody cares anyway, my dad beats the living shit out of me, and my mom just sits back and watches, wacthes me suffer. she doesnt stand up for me, she doesnt care" he explained. and i wanted to cry. because my past bothered me so much. and i let it, and i wanted it to. i wanted the pain, i luved it, i lived for it. masocation. it was what i loved more than life itself. and it made me hungry for it. the thoughts made me want it so badly. i was hooked, addicted. "yeah, yeah that can bother a person..." i said absently. i heard wat he said, i heard it loud and clear. he was me when i was 13. and he was gonna fall in2 wat i was. "Kurt, how come nothing bothers you?" he asked as the wind blew his black, long, shaggy hair. he ruffled his My Chemical Romance hoodie as he scratched his chest, and waited for my answer. i grabbed him by his color and looked him the eye, crazied. "everything bothers me. and if u continue, everything will bother you too. i just take it out on myself, and sumday, it will kill me. i need 2 learn to stop it, but i won't, im to dumb and too fucked up to give a shit, so theres a little secret for ya." and i let him go with those words. he stared at me, like i was a crazy homeless deadbeat begging 4 money, food, anything to help him out. he broke the trance, "u got anything?" he asked pulling a wad of cash out of his pocket. "where did u get that?" i asked staring at it. "birthday, grandma, whatever, u have anything at all? please! anything, marajuana, cocain, heroin...anything?" he asked with a sence of excitment. he reeeeeally wanted something. "yeah, yeah i do." i said. i pulled a couple joints out of my Taking Back Sunday hoodie, and handed then 2 Niles. he handed my $2,000. "no, i cant take all this, you'll need it...." i said trying 2 hand it back 2 him. "NO!!!!" he yelled pushing it away, "you keep it, i have more than i need." he said as he looked toward New York City. i ruffled his hair like a little kid, "we should call u Narcotic Niles or somethin." i said with a grin. we laughed a little and then became silent. "i hope i see ya around, buddy." he said as he stuffed the drugs into his pocket. "yeah, you take care of yourself." i said as he looked at me like i was his big brother. "i will Kurt, i will" he said as he walked away. he was gone. and i couldnt stop him. and he reminded me of me when i was 13. back when i was new to the streets, when i was a loser. but i could tell Niles was in 4 big things. big things. i walked back 2 the bridge and it was 7:00 when i got there. the sun was rising, and Tuck was drinking a coffee from Sheetz when i got back. "so whats new with the kid?" Tuck asked as he handed me his coffee. "oh nothin really, he's leaving..."i said as i took a sip. "good for him, it's good to start out early, easier 2 cope." he said as i handed him back his coffee. "yeah, he's got it made." i said looking forward and thinking about last night. "whatcha wanna do today, dude?" Tuck asked as he took out a cigeratte. "i dont know Tuck, i just dont know." i said as i was still looking foward still. We were in for something, but what? i guess we'll find out soon.

to be continued
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