Okay, let's try again now that I feel a bit more sure! This fic is an Ikarishipping fic called "Guns n' Roses" For those of you who do not knw what Ikarishipping is, it's the pairing of Dawn and Paul. From the new series. It's rated PG-13 for violence and some bad language. Some. It's pretty shippy and it'll probably have a small Advanceshipping scene. Anyways I'm new here and I'm not used to much around here so please don't get mad if I do something, just correct me. I'm sorry if I do something wrong. Okay, here goes, please R & R!
~Guns n’ Roses~
Rated PG-13 For Violence and bad language
Rain pattered loudly on the smudgy window. The crystal drops dribbled down it slowly leaving a wet trail. Thunder bellowed hard and soft, and the lightning cracked in the sky.
Dawn looked up at the gray clouds moving quickly. The fifteen-year old rested her elbows on the window sill and pressed her smooth hands against her soft cheeks. Her dark blue eyes shone with sadness and problems. A pink bracelet encircled her wrist loosely. It was a valuable pearl bracelet her father had given to her. Before he was mysteriously murdered when she was eleven. Dawn’s mother had also gone to jail from drunk driving, she was freed four months ago and then married another man, Randy Henshaw, Dawn's greatest nightmare.
Her mother was hardly home and if she was, she’d be passed out on the floor after a large dose of alcohol. Dawn’s step-father, Randy was no better. When her mother was gone, he’d get drunk and break open her door, yelling at her, many times abusing her. The pretty girl never understood why he did such a horrible thing. Now when he came in, she’d hide and fear would be all she felt, watching him tear at her room wildly. She always made up excuses when her teacher asked her about her bruises. She was crying on the inside but no one could see it. No one.
Dawn got up from her bed and walked over to her nightstand. Her room was pretty empty and all she had was a nightstand with some clothes, a closet which only held her yellow duffle bag, and a small bed with a neatly folded blanket on it and and her stuffed octopus, Otis. She picked up a picture from her nightstand and stared at it with deep, sad eyes. It was a picture of her, her father, and her mother in The Fantastic Island, an amusement park which her family went to on her 5th birthday. Her father was holding her on his shoulders and smiling, her mother was smiling warmly as well. Of course this picture was taken before her father’s death. Dawn's father had mysteriously died one night. He was shot, but the murderer was unknown due to the amount of small evidence. The case was still trying to be solved now. Ever since her father's death, Dawn's mother was always drinking, going to late night clubs, and taking drugs. When everyone was at home, Dawn would usually be locked up in her room and her parents would be drunk or high in the living room watching endless television. The girl would sometimes talk to her one and only friend, Otis. And if she wasn't talking to Otis, she'd be thinking about why the world was so cold.
A teardrop fell onto the picture and rolled down it. Dawn closed her eyes in distress at what her life was, a blissful success, to a big disaster. She then looked at herself in the picture. Her friends were all gone. They went to different schools after elementary. She was lonely at school. No one talked to her. They just made fun of her from afar, saying that her mother went to jail. She was still a very pretty girl though. She trembled sadly and then lifted her head at the sound of the banging door.
“Open the door!” Her step-father shrieked angrily. Dawn jumped and more tears slid down her face. More banging sounds rang in her ears, she then closed her eyes knowing that she didn‘t want this anymore. She had to run.
Dawn ran into her closet and grabbed her yellow duffle bag, stuffing her clothes and her blanket inside. She then grabbed the picture of her family and gently put it in, making sure it wasn‘t in a position to break. Dawn looked at her one and only stuffed animal, Otis. It was a small, sea green octopus with a warm smile on it. She grabbed and then began to fumble with her window frantically.
“Dawn!! I‘ll break the damn door open and show you hell!!” He yelled banging some more. Dawn finally snapped her window open and raised it up. She then looked back, knowing that she would never see her mother again, but it was for the best. More tears slid down her face and she jumped out the window and landed on the round with her hair falling in her face. She brushed it away and then quickly ran away as fast as she could, running through crowds of people on the street. She trembled as she ran and looked back at her apartment building. She then turned around and rushed away from the town, holding her white beanie down as she did. Her heart pounded hard as she ran, hoping that everything would be different now.
The door broke open and Randy stomped in, his eyes wild with anger.
"Dawn! Get the hell out of you hiding space!" He yelled. He looked around the room, under her bed, and in her closet.
"Dawn! Where the crap are you?!" He glared. He then saw her open window.
"Damn you Dawn." He muttered getting his cell phone out.
Dawn continued running and then stopped, looking back. Her apartment home was very far now. She had run out of town. Dawn began to run faster and into a forest, pushing through sharp tree limbs and branches that cut through her skin badly. She then stopped to catch her breath and looked up, knowing that her life was never going to be the same.
~The End of the Prologue~
Okay! How's this one?