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The noisy atmosphere is surrounding me. Music of a joyous tune is passing though my ears. I am here today, right now,  yet I am not. Two weeks. Two weeks ago was the time I had to move. Two months ago was the time that I was betrayed, shattered, and losing myself. My one love disappeared. He left on his own selfish reasonings.

I seem out of place in this country. A new language, different people, unknown streets, and a distorted life. Standing from a foreign couch and moving towards the bathroom, I count my steps towards my goal. Once getting there I swiftly shut the door and look at the mirror. There stood a stranger.

His black hair seems to be sticking out in every direction. Dark rims over line his eyes, behind thick glasses. His once glowing emerald eyes are now a dull green color alined with red smudges. Mouth framed by frown lines. It's hard to believe that this is a boy of 15 years of age and not a stressed out 40 year old man.

After splashing water on my face and straightening my hair, I step outside. I take a moment to check if there is anyone is around the corridor. When the coast is clear of humans, I take out my mobile and earbuds, blasting music on on full volume. I needed to get out of this world. I needed to escape this joyful place and sulk in darkness so I do not have to tomorrow.

I log on to my music and was encountered by a soothing voice. " Thanks for treating me like every boy you met....." I sing along in my mind and slowly lose myself to the song. Walking in a prideful stance I go down the corridor and into a lone room. This is where I could stop and unravel. This is where I could take of this mask of a lie.

Closing a door once again, I let out a huge sign. I slide down the door until reaching the ground. Humility, I crawl towards a bed and curl up into a ball. Tears streaming down my face, snot dripping from my nose, screams filling up my mind, and a unknown presence in the room. I break down, feel my soul coming out of me, and the only thought I could think of is Tony.

Why did I, Alistor Zekols a Irish teen had to move to Germany. Do not take me wrong Germany is a beautiful place but I feel like a alien. I can not communicate unless the people I meet could speak either Irish or English. I am not accustomed to these people's ways. I am currently living with my father that I barely ever known. Right now I am visiting a dear friend of his and here I am hiding. My emotions are getting the best of me. Sometimes I wish I could just take a hold of them and throw them away.

Tony did not even look me in the eye to say goodbye. I did not get to see his last smile, all I saw was hate. All I felt was hate, now I feel a mixture of hate and sadness. Music drumming on my earbuds, cries leavening my mouth in time with the lead singer, tears streaming down my face muffling my voice to a horrid tune, and suddenly two arms grasps me and started hugging me. Making me feel guilty of complaining about my life, while others have it worst.

These strangers arms where so warm and comforting. I slowly lean into them, letting them guide me to peace. Of course before that there is always a storm. I grasp tightly to these limbs with all I got, wailing into a neck. Sniffing and chanting away with my music" I'm on the wrong side of heaven and the righteous side the righteous side of...." Songs came and went.

Having regained my self esteem I look up. There I am confronted by sparkling blue orbs. Unconsciously I reach out and tuck his soft brown neck length hair behind his ear. Taking a while to examine this person's face, to his beautiful hair to his plump pink lips. I take my thumb and run it across a trail a tear left. I am left astonished by the fact that he was just staying still letting a total stranger touch him. Why is he letting me touch him?

Leaving that aside, another question arose. Why is he here? I was alone was Right? Why is he crying to?  My music drown me again, and I was sobbing more then ever. My hand are balled into his shirt leaving crinkles. I feel like a five year old being consoled by his mother after his ice cream fell on the floor. But my loss was more than ice cream. My loss was my soul that I handed to a certain person to have it destroyed by his villainous actions that is causing my soul to crumble.

     I let the world clasp , I let this stranger sew up my wombs,  and I let my memories open them once again. It is slashing at me, making my blood flow and surround me in a pond, a lake, a ocean. One by one this person is bandaging me up, but is as soon as one cut is covered two more are made. Red is now painting his hands and my body.

      Then suddenly light was shown as door opens, burning me slightly. I look up and see two women one in a red T-shirt and white skinny jeans with brown boots the other in a dark blue long sleeve shirt and black skinny jeans with shin high tie up black boots. They were talking but I couldn't hear much, I still had my earbuds on. I then realized that they were the ones who are hosting the party, in a flash it hits me, a party to welcome me. I felt a shiver and hide into the anonymous person's neck hugging him tightly not prepared to let go. Not yet, not yet, my cuts are still not completely healed.

    Please heal me me like you have been doing for the last hour, do not let these ladies take me away.               
Save me.  Save me before its to late.Please!

"Itzel and Luna can we be left alone pretty please " i felt the door close as I loosen my tighten grip on his shirt and rubbed my eyes

"Thank you" why?