originally posted in:Neo Punks
[b]Natalie[/b]
[b]A black boat. I sit in a black boat, bound for my fathers base. It's funny, he didn't know I existed for twenty years, and now I've managed to trace him to the middle of the ocean, and to a military base, unbeknownst of what will happen to me. I sigh, hoping he will accept me, his child, and at least not toss me out.
[i]A few hours later[/i]
My dad, the man who didn't even know I exist... He at least allows me to stay in his house when I need it. As I grab my black suitcase, as high as my waist and twice the width of me, I open the door to my room, it being empty aside from a dresser, bed, desk and a ceiling fan, with one large window on the wall opposite the door. As I finish putting everything away, I pull out an old music player he had left behind, and start listening. [/b]
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[b]He spots her with a razor blade in her hand, making marks along her right forearm, sitting on the bed, some form of screamo music blasting[/b]
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[b]he shrugs and makes his way over to her and starts doing the same with his finger. After five minutes of it he gets bored and takes the razor from her hands and tosses it out the window.[/b] " well thats no fun, whats up buttercup?"
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"Who the hell are you?!" [b]She asks, hugging a pillow and crawling to the top of her bed[/b]
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[b]he looks around the room, taking in everything.[/b] " well for starters my names killua, I'm a soldier here and I'm about to join the cartel because i think its cool. What about you?"
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"Natalie. JT's daughter"
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" hmmm nice to meet you. Soooo why you cutting yourself.?"
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"I have depression"