A New Family
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Sonic the Hedgehog characters and none of them will appear until later.
Chapter 1: Routine, Part One
It's been two months since I ran away, two months since I had a family, two months since I had a home… Nothing is easy for me anymore. I thought if I were to run away, all my troubles would go away, but I was wrong. I've been wrong before, but this is a whole new level of wrongness for me. Now, I'm running away, running away from home, running away from my pursuers, just running, running…
It's 6 a.m. and I wake up in a dumpster. I brush the garbage off my green suede shirt. I walk up to a broken mirror. I begin to brush the garbage out of my platinum blonde bangs. I keep brushing until I can see my red streaks. I pick up a dull razor off the ground and begin to shave my whiskers off my face. I accidentally cut myself and pick up a dirty washrag and wipe away my blood. I take a look at myself. I was filthy. My shirt, torn and stained with blood from being beaten and stabbed by gang members. My necklace dangling from my neck. My blue jeans also stained with blood and covered in mud. My brown canvas sneakers had more mud on them than my jeans. It was pathetic to look at myself in the mirror and actually think I had a future in store for me, but its not possible. I walk away to continue my morning routine.
I walk out of the alley and notice all the cars speeding along, mostly adults heading to work. I walk down the sidewalk alongside apartment buildings with graffiti written in black spray paint that I can't seem to read, except for a few certain four-letter words. I walk down a few blocks to find an endangered runaway poster stapled on a phone kiosk. There, I can see my face. "Dexter Blackwell, DOB: 4/16/93, Missing Date: 8/6/07, Eye Color: Blue, Hair Color: Brown, Possible Locations: Green Bay, WI."
They were right about my location, but that was not me. A fourteen-year-old white male, his name was Dexter Blackwell, not Alan Tragger. His hair was brown, not platinum blonde with red streaks. He was slightly overweight, not skinny. He had no bruises on his face, not covered in bruises. That was the old me, the other person I am referring to is the current me.
I tear down the poster, rip it up, throw the pieces down a storm drain, and walk away. As I keep on walking, I see more posters of me and do to them as I did with the first one, walking as I go. I keep walking down a few blocks more, hoping not to run into Tyrell, the leader of the River Snake street gang. I try to keep my hopes up, but fate has other plans for me. I feel someone forcing me to turn around, and they punch me in face. I fall onto pavement and can taste blood streaming from my mouth.
I try to get up, but Tyrell kicks me in the chest. He keeps kicking me repeatedly and I let out grunts of pain as he does so. He picks me off the ground by my shirt collar and forces me against the wall of a building. "What'd I tell you 'bout walkin' in my territory? This is River Snake turf, fool!" He punches me in the gut while I try to apologize to him. "I-I'm sorry-" "Yeah, well sorry ain't gonna cut it this time. I TOLD YOU NEVER TO COME HERE AGAIN, DIDN'T I?" I try find words but pain overcomes me. He slams me against the building again as I yelped in pain. "Answer me you white piece'a shit!" He always does this to me for no reason whatsoever, I can't seem to shake free of him because I'm so overcome with pain. "P-p-please... N-n-no more," I beg, but instead he throws me on the ground. "Oh, you gonna get more shawty, you definately gonna get more," he proclaimed and started kicking me again. He took out a switchblade and opened up my shirt, revealing bruses and other wounds he and several of his gang members had already given me. He covered up my mouth and held the tip of the blade to my chest. "Now this cut's gonna be bigger than any cut you've ever had before, when you look at it, you gonna think of yo homeboy over here," he said. Tyrell slightly stabbed me, and the began to cut into my skin. He slowly stroked the blade in his direction as I let out a muffled scream. I felt my blood pouring out of me as the laceration got longer. After that, I passed out from blood loss.
This is the trauma I've been through almost every day for the past two months, this will probably be how the rest of my life will be from now on. I don't know if I'll wake up or if Tyrell is gonna take me somewhere. I hope he's done with me for now. I just wish I can have a better place to live, and get out of this hellhole. I need some help...
To be continued...
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