Chapter One :: Lonesome State

Foreword: This story takes place in two points of views. The first comes from a girl named Davis. The second a boy named Landon. Most of the story is in Davis's POV. You will recognize the POVs from the line separations and the difference between lives and personalities. After saying this, please, enjoy.


"Can you come over?" I asked.

"I'm so sorry, Davis," came the reply. "But I'm busy with a family event right now."

I was struck down. "Okay, whatever," I answered. Then I hung up.

I had sounded completely dismal, as if I was a deprived cause. But the truth was that I wanted a friend at the spur of the moment. Sadly, I couldn't count on a friend to be here. My life was legitimately built on simulated congeniality. I walked over to the balcony and gazed at the waves crashing on the beach outside. My heart was with them. The brutal swash ruptured my heart into a million pieces, and the backwash swept it all away. I could only hope that the seagulls wouldn't pick at the bitter remnants.

I used to love the sea. But right now I hated it. It looked so perfect. I was nothing close to it.

That was it. I wasn't going to stand here and sulk. I took my jacket, and the car keys, and walked out of my room. I had no siblings. So the house was silent. My parents were away – business was their top priority. The maids and butlers hid in the corners of the rooms. They said nothing as I walked out of the front doors.

Maybe I'm too high-strung. Maybe I'm too built up on trust issues. I must be delusional to believe that my friends were just toying with me. But sometimes it just felt that way. I just didn't believe that they were my friends just because they liked me. There had to be a catch. But there was me being randomly paranoid once more. Just … how could you have friends that didn't want to be around you at a moment when you needed them? It always seemed like they were busy whenever I wanted their help. But when they ask for help I'm always there.

I opened the car door and slid in the driver's seat. I didn't know where I was going but I had to escape this vicinity. I had nothing here.

Lately something inside me had died. I didn't know what – and it wasn't from some recent adversity that has caused me to be this way. Just everything that used to be so colorful had faded to black and grays. I couldn't tell what emotions came. I could only say that I was tired. I was tired of pretending to be nice, I was tired of smiling, I was tired of acting sweet, I was tired of my friends, my family – my boyfriend … I was tired of life as a whole. I just felt empty. I felt completely hollowed out.

"Hey, Davis, where are you going?"

I turned out of the driveway and stopped before my neighbor's house. Kieron stood there, his blue eyes gazing into my hazel ones. I liked Kieron. He was almost a brother to me. He had been my neighbor for as long as I'd known him. "Just for a drive." That was the only answer I could give him and I hoped that it would suffice.

"Don't be out too long, this damn January weather could kill," he said. Kieron grinned, his canine teeth showed.

"You don't have to tell me twice," I replied. "What are you doing outside anyway?"

He held up some envelopes in his gloved hand.

"Oh, okay."

"Bye." He turned around and made his way inside his house.

I hit the accelerator and continued down the street. Where to go? I decided to take a right and drive along the highway. The road was open at this time of the week so I had a clear getaway set for me. Not that I was running away or anything. The highway followed the coastal bend. It was painted in burning flames as the sun dipped itself into the sea. I'm not much of a car person, to all guys' dismay, but the definitive reason why I had my drivers license had to be because of this. So I could just escape everything while I was under the wheel.

My cell phone rang from the passenger's seat. I took a quick glance at the person who was calling me before answering. It was Lynsey Hemming, some friend of mine.

"Ya," I said, lackadaisically. Lynsey was a superficial bitch, and that was putting it lightly. But she was a friend of my closer friends, so I pretended to like her anyhow. She had her good points. She threw one hell of a party.

"Hey, Davis – how's Jeth?" she asked. Her voice rang like bells. I wanted to strangle them so badly. Did she phone me just to dish out gossip? The nerve.

"He's okay," I replied, trying to keep my annoyance on hold.

I heard her laugh on the other end. "That's great," Lynsey answered. "Look, I need a favor." Of course she did. "I forgot to do my media homework – you know that one with the posters? And I was hoping that you could do it for me because my computer has a virus."

Like hell Lynsey's computer had a virus, it probably caught it from the swindle herself.

"I'm sorry but I'm currently out and busy at the moment." This was half true.

"Oh," she sounded thwarted. "Then could you do it when you get back? I really need the marks, Davis, please!"

I gave a gentle sigh. "Can't you do it without using the computer? Just cut some pictures out of a magazine," I suggested.

"I don't have any magazines," Lynsey said.

Like hell Lynsey didn't have any magazines. She had subscriptions to practically half of the magazine companies out there. I'd been to her place; I'd seen the drawers filled with US Weekly and Cosmopolitan. She was such a liar.

"Well, I'm really sorry Lynsey but I can't do it," I told her. Maybe the second time she'd understand. "I'm really busy." Okay, that was a stretch.

"Come on, Davis," she continued. When would this girl ever give up? Didn't she know that no meant no? "I saw the poster you handed in this Thursday, it was amazing! Couldn't you just do something really quickly? It would only take a couple of seconds with your creative genius. I really needed it this Monday. Ms. Jenson has already given me two extensions."

My mind was telling me to just give up. Just do it. Something really simple that could be easily misinterpreted as amazing. I just wanted to get off the phone with her. My right ear was really starting to sweat and my left hand wasn't well coordinated with steering. But my heart felt like I was being treated like a doormat and wouldn't take it. Maybe third time was a charm?

"No, really Lynsey, I can't," I tried. "I don't have a second to spare at the moment. I'm really busy with homework and family as it is." Okay, now I was just flat-out lying. But what did this girl ever do for me but ask for outrageous favors? I still remember last month when she had asked me to look up a famous historian for her on the web.

"Please Davis! I'm begging you!" Lynsey's voice was positively strained. But I could only consider that as whining. "I really need your help! Please! I'll totally make it up to you!"

I couldn't take it any longer. Wouldn't it be easier to just give in? I was staring at the open road in front of me. This road trip wouldn't take long. By the time I return home it would only be time for dinner. After that I could toil over a poster for twenty minutes before returning to my own disregarded homework. Really, I didn't have to do so much compromising for twenty added minutes of work – tops.

"Fine."

I hung up before I heard her words of praise. Honestly, that voice became degrading after a few minutes of listening to. It was a mix between charming bells and fingers down a blackboard – and really I didn't know which one made me sicker.

I grew jaded with the continuous stretch of concrete, so I took a turn at the next intersection. The sign read: Old Railway Park. From my background knowledge of the residential area, this park was completely across the town. Where was I honestly? The road I was driving down at the moment looked desolate and deprived. A brick wall that stretched on my left was covered in torn paper and graffiti tags. I could only imagine the delinquents that tore this place to shreds.

My area was nothing like this, probably because it belonged to the upper class and high society people. But I couldn't help but feel a little repentant towards the inhabitants of this district. For some reason my heart fitted in with it. This was almost an insight to how I felt at the moment: neglected.

My head was starting to feel dreary so I drove around looking for some place that sold coffee – or some caffeine induced beverage.

My mind kept running through my current situation. Why was I feeling so low? I was suddenly so downcast. I could feel myself hit the bottom with every agonizing grate. My parents were too busy to care if I felt down. All they cared about was their high-classed lawyer firm. My friends were never there when I needed them. They even asked for favors that usual friends would never actually put out – example being Lynsey. I had no idea what was going on with my boyfriend Jeth either. Why was I with him in the first place? Because I certainly didn't quite love him. All I could pinpoint from our relationship was that he had asked if we should go steady, and I took my friends' advice and said yes.

I was driving parallel to the Old Railway now. The place was oddly empty. Just like my heart. Sorry for being such a disconsolate jerk, but that's just how I felt.

My eyes caught onto a 7-11 a little down the road. I had an odd craving for a chocolate bar so I swerved into the parking lot. I chose to park close to the doorway where I could see my car. The cause of this was a group of teenagers that were eyeing my Mercedes. I locked the door and stared back at them.

I was aware that I practically screamed out trust fund snob. My jacket was a gift from my grandparents in Paris. My jeans were designer made and custom fitted. The bracelets on my right hand were all pure silver with valid diamonds. My shoes were bought on a two-week trip in Italy. If I was robbed, they could buy a house in this district. Still keeping them in check, I walked into the store.

The guy at the cash register looked up at me, but didn't take a second look. Either way, I felt restlessly aware of his presence.

I walked over to the stands where there were hundreds of brands of candy bars. My eyes scanned over them to find a respectable one. I wasn't that picky but I had to watch my allergies to cherry and coconut.

Really, my mind wasn't on candy bars at the moment. It was on Lynsey and her conniving way of putting me up to her homework. In the end I knew that I'd be blamed if it turned out badly. Face it. I was a doormat. All I was good at was agreeing and being pushed around.

No wonder my life was based on such artificial foundations.


My eyes were fixed on an article about my band. Ya, I had a band. Auto Motive. So what? Didn't every half assed creep in this continent have one? But ours actually counted for something. We were going to make it big someday. I know it. But at the moment I was stuck here working at some shanty convenient store. The only people that ever showed up here were either lost and needed directions, or were hoodlums running amok. But hey, I needed the money to pay for rent and shit like that. It doesn't pay to be poor.

The sliding doors opened and I looked up to see who it was. If it was those damn kids that came yesterday, I'll run a stick up their ass.

But my eyes caught onto a teenaged girl around sixteen or seventeen. At first glance I knew instantly she was one of those rich freaks up on that hill across town. But what in the world was she doing down here in Old Railway Park?

I looked down fast. Her hazel eyes had taken a quick shot at me. Was it that obvious that I was staring? Probably mouth agape and everything. But it hell wasn't my fault for doing so. It was her fault for being so out of place in this filthy location. I gave a small grin. Here I was babbling about a girl in my head. Graeme would hit me on the upside if he found this out – he was my number one confidant on the streets. He knew everything there was to know about snagging what you wanted in this town. How else did I get this job? No one would ever hire a troublemaker such as myself – with such a rough history and all.

I continued to read the article. Some guy had taken the trouble to write something about us. I just hoped that he placed us in good light. So far his words had meant something. Hell, maybe people might even bother to show up at our next gig. This guy knew our songs pretty well too. His phrases were accurate to some extent. But you couldn't be too sure about journalists. They can be your best friend and your enemy at times.

One thing I didn't like though was the snapshots he took. He'd totally cut Declan (our guitar player) out of the photos and had placed Travers (our lead singer) in the center of most. Now don't get me wrong, Travers is my best friend. But I still wanted the fans to be aware that we had five members to our band. It's stuff like this that breaks up the weakest bands out there.

My eyes rose again to gaze at the girl that had walked in. She was staring at the candy bars with intent concentration. Apparently she wasn't thinking about chocolates. Her mind was set on something else. Something was apparently bothering this little mistress. But what the hell could bother a girl who had everything? Maybe a pretty little sweater that had just gone out of stock was filling her mind. Why was she saw stuck up on candy bars, anyway? Shouldn't girls like her fawn over their figure?

It wasn't one for me to judge.

She certainly was a depressed looking thing. Her dark blonde hair was limp and all. Her shoulders were slouched. She had the appearance of someone deeply under stress. I gazed back down at the magazine, but her face was already burnt in my head. Damn it. She certainly looked like she'd been washed away with the waves. I could only imagine what was bothering the girl. Her problems probably weren't as harsh as mine, but she apparently doesn't take trouble as well as I do.

I looked outside and saw a Mercedes Benz sit in front of the glass pane. A beautiful model with a dark, pearly blue coat that shone in the sunset. She was definitely well endowed. Now frankly, I didn't know whether I was referring to the car or the girl. But I had a right mind to jack the car and drive away with it. The same intentions could be seen by the group of hoodlums that loitered at the side of the car park. That one guy at the front with the mullet especially pissed me off. He wore disaster all over his face. That nose ring had been punctured in haphazardly.

I placed my attention back to the car. I could barely make out the interior from the dark windows – but it was definitely made of leather. I resisted the chance to whistle out an approval. Better not scare away the customers. But what customers? The only person in here was that loaded girl.

I looked at the clock on the opposite side of the store and saw that it was already fifty past four. Soon some other guy would come and take over my shift. I needed my pay badly. Not that I had mouths to feed. I had my own ass to look after, because as far as I knew, I had only me in this world. Sure, friends could help me out of tight spots, hell, no man was an island. But in the end it's every man for himself.


I reached for a Snickers bar when my cell phone rang from my jeans pocket. I positively jumped in astonishment. The store had been so quiet before when I was pondering through my life's disasters. As hastily as possible I reached for it and took a glimpse at the name of the caller. It was Jeth, my boyfriend.

"Hey, how are you doing?" his voice was husky.

"I'm fine." I felt nervous when it came to breaking the silence from the room. "What is it?"

"Can't I call my girlfriend and see what's up?"

"Depends, if you have a purpose to the call …"

"Shut up, Davis and just be happy that I did call."

"Okay, I'm happy, so what?" There was an abrupt silence on the other end for a few seconds. During that time I could hear loud hip-hop music and chatter on the other end of the phone. It sounded like a party. A guy shouted. Okay, it definitely was a party. Why wasn't I there? Why wasn't I invited? I mean, I am one of the most popular girls in school, not boasting. My friends should have told me something. I should have heard something about it. "Is there a party over there?"

"Ya."

"Are you at your house?"

"No. It's Lynsey's house."

That bitch! That skank! She had called me so that I could do her homework. But not only that, she was having a party and she hadn't invited me. She had made me do her work so that she could gallivant around a party that I wasn't at! That was just low. That was just impertinent and uncivilized. Why hadn't she invited me? Obviously she didn't consider me as her friend. Face it; she could worry about that poster on her own. There was no way in hell that I would do it for her now. I was absolutely incensed.

"Are you still there? Davis?"

I had completely forgotten that Jeth was on the other line. "Ya, I'm here," I informed him. And I'm practically fuming, I wanted to add. "How come I don't know about this party?"

"You don't?" He sounded genuinely shocked. "Lynsey said that you were too busy to come – I was just checking up to see what you were doing that made you too busy to come."

Honestly. At this single moment I felt like ripping out every strand of hair from that girl's head. Every one of her copper colored strands of hair. I wanted to watch her scream out in agony. Because she didn't know how much agony she had just dumped onto me. This just proved how little people cared about me. "Ya," I replied, trying to keep my voice intact. "I'm just off on a journey across town." I sculptured my voice so it sounded as if I had planned this entire road trip.

"That sounds interesting, where are you now?"

I didn't want to mention Old Railway Park. Everyone knew it as a dump hole. So instead I named a place near it that was filled with bargain shops. "Limestone Market."

The noise on the other end of the line was deafening all of a sudden. Guys were laughing loudly and I could here a couple of girls cheering on. I heard Jeth give a great whoop of excitement. He probably didn't hear what I had just said.

"Oh my God, look Davis I have to go," his voice went fast. I could only imagine what amazing thing was happening over at that party. "Lars is chugging down a huge keg – I have to see this – " He hung up before saying goodbye.

I slid my cell phone back into my jean pocket. Suddenly I was feeling really nauseous. Sweat beads formed on my forehead and the room took a 180 degrees turn. Before I knew it I was leaning against the wall. I looked around the room and saw that it was empty. The guy at the cash register was gone. A door at the side of the counter was swinging. He had probably gone on a break.

I placed a hand on my cheek and realized that it was damp. I had been crying throughout the conversation without knowing it. My heart felt like it wanted to break out of my chest. My chest felt heavy and irritating, like it bore down on me, trying to push the air from my lungs. I slid further down the wall. I could barely breathe. It took all my energy to gasp for oxygen. What was going on with me? I was alone here and I felt like I was going to die. I was having some kind of attack, but I wasn't sure what it was. All I really knew was that I hated the situation I was in. I hated my life, my friends for ditching me, my parents for not caring that I was in Old Railway Park in some 7-11 store having an episode, and I hated myself for getting into this situation in the first place.

When I woke up the first thing I felt was a painful throbbing at the back of my scalp, a hammer just pounding away in my brain. My vision was vague; all I could make out was nebulous objects. That was when I realized that I was still in the same sitting position that I had been before I'd blacked out, leaning against the painted walls of a 7-11 store. Great. Just great. I bent my left leg towards me, trying to stand when I realized that my body was still slightly anesthetized from the shock. Ya, even better.

I relaxed my right arm, moving it a few inches away from me. The floor was damp. I'm guessing soap and water. I turned my head and saw that someone was mopping the floor. I looked up and saw that it was the same guy who had been at the cash register. What time was it? I had school. Damn it. School! I looked at my watch and saw that it was four in the morning. Why hadn't anyone called an ambulance when they saw me lying here? Didn't anyone care about a fainted girl on the floor? Obviously not.

"You're awake?" I didn't realize that the guy was talking to me. His voice was so low and soothing.

I wanted to make sure that I wasn't just hearing voices. "Excuse me?" I asked.

He leaned the mop against the wall and bent down. Now that he was leveled with me I could scrutinize him properly. I was surprised to see that his facial features were that of a teenaged boy. Probably only one or two years older than me. He had seemed so much older standing behind the cash register. Why was he working and not going to school? Maybe his parents couldn't afford to send him to school. His eyes were extraordinary, almost metallic. Shocking silver that penetrated like needles into mine. It almost hurt to stare so long into them.

"If I had known that you were a stowaway," he began. "I could have suggested the homeless shelter across the railroads. They have better beds than this."

He thought that I was running away from home! "I'm not a stowaway," I told him, indignantly.

"Then what are you doing sleeping on the floor?"

"I wasn't – " What wasn't I? I wasn't sleeping? I couldn't tell him that I had just fainted or blacked out that would make me sound like a complete wimp. It would just confirm his thoughts of people who lived in high society. Scrawny and wretched. "I'm leaving."

I tried to stand up, but then remembered that I couldn't. I stumbled forward and he caught me.

"Slow down, ma'am. Wouldn't want you to break an ankle there."

My breathing caught midway. How stupid was I? I bet he was being derisive but I found that engaging anyway.

"I can take care of myself," I shot at him.

I was going to be late for school if I didn't hurry home now. I couldn't think about this now. My memory shot back to Lynsey's poster that I hadn't made. I had a liable excuse. Let her have that instead.

I walked out of the store doors and the security alarm sounded. Looking at my left hand I saw that I was carrying the Snickers bar. I flushed with total discomfiture.

"Oh my God," I muttered. "I am so sorry." He only looked at me with amusement. I turned and placed it on one of the shelves, any shelf, I really wasn't paying attention. "I didn't notice, I didn't mean to."

He walked over and picked it up, and then he ripped the bar code off with ease. "Take it," he said.

I didn't know what to say. But at the moment my stomach was grumbling. I hadn't had dinner. I needed some strength for the drive home. I walked forwards and took the chocolate from his outstretched hand. "Thanks," I replied.

I turned around and saw that my Mercedes was still there. Thank God, it was still there. I opened the door and slid into the driver's seat once more. Opening the Snickers bar, I took a large chunk out of it then reversed out of the parking spot.


Author Note: This is the only chapter that will have an author note and a foreword. I'm not going to keep reminding you about the two POVs so I'll let you keep that in mind for yourself. Five characters were introduced here: Davis (the frazzled main character), Landon (the guy at the cash register), Kieron (the convivial guy next-door), Lynsey (the manipulative vixen), and Jeth (the boyfriend). I'll let you think what you want about them. Other side-characters to keep in mind are Graeme and Travers, friends of Landon. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the first chapter; I'll post the next one either next week or two weeks from now. Please review!