She was running. She didn't know where to or even where she was, she just ran. She had been to hell and back, and now she was running.

It all started years ago. She barely remembered that one night, but she was far from forgetting what little she did remember. She was six years old at the time, and the youngest child of two. Her brother, Alex, had been about eleven. Her father had been mad, her mother sad. He threw the woman down the stairs, and laughed as she took her last breath. Alex had walked in at that time, and slammed the down in her face so she wouldn't see their mother on the floor, dead like she was. Then her father rounded on him, and the next thing she knew she was at a double funeral for her mother and brother.

Ever since then, her father has hurt her, getting worse every year. He would hit her, kick her when she down, and be the reason she never let her skin show, the reason why she wore sweaters and jeans on the hottest days of the years.

So she ran. Isabella ran as fast as she could, eventually running into something or someone. She wasn't sure, she just felt the cold, hard ground beneath her as she laid, panting for breath, waiting for an escape.

OOC: Can I join this RP?

((Yes, anyone can join!))

OOC: should I post a character sheet, or just jump in?

((Just give a slight description in the first post and all, but yea, mainly just jump in.))

(oo this looks liek something i would write hahah, can i join in, maybe be a fellow? )

Aidon, age 17, brown hair, blue eyes, slender body and attractive. great personality and a great smile.

((OOC: ok, anyone can join. Just jump in with a little information in the first post! any questions just PM me and I'm sorry I wasn't a little more descriptive in the first post about that.))

Claus Anderson walked carefully across the cold hard ground, keeping his ice blue eyes down to avoid contact with others. He wore a black hoodie with gray pinstripes going down the shoulders and arms, and in other detailed spaces. He wore black shorts, baggy and hanging just a little below the knees, with many, many pockets and chains hanging from them. He also wore his black all star converses with gray accents, and his dark brown spikey hair was hidden under his hood, pulled over his face. He had also been running from home for reason's he didn't like to remember or talk about. He still had nightmares about it. He looked up just in time to see a girl around his age running towards him.

Bella didn't bother looking up, so didn't even see that someone was in her path until she collided with them. She fell, hitting her head on the concrete beneath. Her breathing was ragged and silent tears spilled out of her eyes as she tried focusing her blurry vision on whatever she had run into. Other than moving her hand to her head, she didn't even want to move so just laid there, looking up above her.

Aidon was driving by in his black piece o' crap car, his music blarring and his windows down, smoking a cigarette. The wind blew his hair so his eyes were visible, he almost didn't see them, but then he slowed down alongside of the curb. Two teens about his age, collided on teh sidewalk right next to him, the girl lying on the ground, as if she decided to give up. "You guys alright?"

The girl groaned. She didn't want to get up, she didn't even want to move. Heck, she didn't even want to breath. Maybe this was the escape she had wanted, but why was she still aware of the people and things surrounding her? She closed her eyes before opening then slowly, trying to fight off the giant migrane that was threatening to evade her mind. Bella heard someone talking and tried sitting up, and just leaned against her shaking arms. Her sweater had ripped a little in the arm and you could see slight bruises and cuts on her arm.

He could tell she really wasn't okay, so he turned off his music and got out of the car. "Hey... " He bent down beside her. "Are you alright?" He might have to drive her to the hospital, but he wanted to make sure she was alright first.

Claus shook himself, sitting up. He had falling completely onto his back, and looked at the scene. Some guy had pulled up, smoking a cigerrette and asking the girl who had collided with him if she was alright. He stood up, putting his hand out for her to take, and prepared to help her up if she needed it. "you alright? Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going. My names Claus..." He noticed the bruises. It was all to familiar.

(is this going to turn into like an abused children club thing where they all sleep in his car and runaway hahaha?)

((OOC: uh, I don't know, hadn't planned that far.))

"..Uh, Isabella..or Bella." She took the guys hand and pulled herself up, holding on a little longer to steady herself before letting go. "But yea, I'm fine, thanks. And it was my fault, wasn't looking where I was going." She used her sleeve to wipe her eyes and hoped her eye liner wasn't too smeared and messed up. Then Bella looked down and saw the rip in her sleeve and muttered something under her breath, trying to hold it closed.

"Do you guys need a ride or anything?" Aidon was looking at the girl. He could tell she was troubled and wanted to help her. it was his instinct. He was wearing a t-shirt, and he purposely let her see the scars on his arms, to let her know that she wasnt alone...

"Nice t' meet you." He said, nodding noticing that she was hiding the bruises. heh... he thought, and turned to the cigerrette smoker. "And who might you be?" He coughed, accidently inhaling an unwanted amount of smoke.

OOC: You could be an outcasted bad boy. We can be the breakfast club remixed! lol

(haha sounds like a party))


"Aidon... " He put on his cigarette on his wrist, not having any feeling in it anymore. He could tell the boy wasn't used to the smoke. "sorry bout that... old habit" He winked slightly.

Bella watched the two boys interact, and shook her had at Aidon's question of needing a ride. She saw his scars and looked down. Maybe these people...friends or whatever they were...would be able to understand her, more so than anyone who said they did but never really did.

(Was she shaking her head yes or no?)