Holland P.O.V


Kept looking at the ground that was being stepped on every time I decided to move, hoping that my way to Blondie's house would be shorter if I kept distracted on the cracks show below me. Cold, dark, deserted, and silent. People would name this kind of habitat scary and a huge alert, but for me its probably one of the best ways to enjoy one's breath. No one screaming, no light trying to bother your eyes or your skin, no worries of people looking, just me,myself, and I.

I kept staring at the pebbles until I saw the road shine from the flickering light pole that was beside his house. I looked up to see his hands playing around with his button shirt, trying to find the pattern and traces of its design. He sat on the wooden bench that had scratch marks given from pass events.

He looked when I stepped on the hard noisy wood walk way that led to the porch. I'm not sure why he has that walk way...its ugly.

I stopped in front of his body being covered by a jersey jacket. Niall looked at my bag and then looked at me and then at the moon then back at me.

Sigh.

"Got the chains".

"The good ones this time'

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Flashback over, but maybe the start will be a better understanding for L.B.

Notes

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Thank you, first book in a long time , decided to give writing another try.

It was short because its was an example of what the story will be.


xoxo-July