TITLE: Blue streaks
Rating: r-ish
Summary: read and find out cuz I suck at summaries.
Disclaimer.: I don’t own the characters.
Authors not. It’s in Liz’s pov;

Part one

Liz’s Pov

I hate myself.

I hate my life.

I hate the way I look.

I hate everything.

My father used to beat me.

My mother’s dead.

There is nothing I live for.

I always thought that I had a soul mate.

I was stupid.

The only time I felt happy was when I was younger.

When my mom was alive.

When my dad never even touched me.

When I was drawing.

I loved to draw anything blue.

Blue stars, blue houses the blue sky.

I loved the color blue.

But then my mother died.

My father whipped me, till I cried for the police.

My dad was put in jail.

He had beaten me till I had to go to the hospital.

I barely lived.

Don’t get the wrong idea.

My dad was a good man.

A loving man.

He went crazy when she died.

He drank and brought random woman home.

He released his sadness and anger on me.

I blame my mother.

She died.

I blame my mother.

But I’m going to go live with my foster parents.

In Roswell, New Mexico.


I arrive at the bus station, a meager bag in my hand with my meager belongings.

This woman looks at me, squinting.

It’s my foster mother.

She gushes about my “long” hair and “perfect” body.

She’s lying.

I barely eat.

I’m 17 and barely 90 pounds.

People look at me and think I’m anorexic.

But I’m strong.

I lived through the numerous hurdles.

All I want is a new life.

I arrive at a resturant.

My foster parent introduces herself as Nancy Parker.

Her husband is Jeff Parker.

And I have a half-brother.


He came up to me and hugged me in a big bear hug.

I cried out in pain.

He looked hurt.

And looked at me, inspecting me.

They don’t know.

Except for Nancy.

She takes Michael away and scolds him.

I feel my bruises swelling.

All I want is a new life.

That’s all I want.

I stare out the window to see a boy staring at me with amber eyes.

I make my hair cover my face.

I don’t want attention. I walk to the bedroom that Nancy said was mine.

I look back to see him still staring at me with intensity.

I blush.

And go upstairs to my room.

And cry.

And weep.

And try not to get attached.

I awake with my head throbbing.

Micheal is staring at me.

His eyes are on my legs.

My slashed are showing.

My scars are dark against my pale skin.

My bruises were big and ugly.

He stares at them.

I quickly cover them.

He then looks at my arms.

They are showing there too.

He opens his mouth to speak.

I shush him.

All I want is a new life.

All I want is a new life.

That’s all I want.