Metal hearts

"Can we create something beautiful..."
Wallet. Check.
Toothbrush. Check.
"And destroy it?!"
All boxes in the car. Check.
Lights off. Check.
"Nobody knows I dream about it!!"
That's it, all done. Now it's time to get going.
Thank God.

I take a seat in the small car and push on the pedal to send me flying out of my old, haunting past and into a hopefully better future. I don't really think I should be driving since I haven't past my test yet but I have been driving everywhere since the age of fifteen.
This is gonna be a long journey. Hoorah for that. I'm gonna miss this little English village I've learnt to call home but I most certainly won't miss the things that have happened here.
It was three years ago on my fourteenth birthday...

"Happy birthday Lana!" the familiar voice of my best friend Ellie floods the hall way and she comes running up to me with a huge grin on her face. I have quite a few friends, I've never been bullied before either. My life's pretty cool to be honest, I could never ask for better friends; a better education or a better family.
"Thanks" I jump and we hug each other and walk to class laughing our heads off at random stuff.
The day went quickly and it was dark by the time we got out of school because it was winter. 5th December to be exact. My birthday!!!! I can finally go to concerts by myself.
I check my phone and see a text from my mum: "You're gonna have to walk home because neither me or your dad can get to you because of the flooding. Sorry hun xx"
I didn't mind, I liked the solitude.
I begin to walk down the road, past some of the usual crowds of people who smile and tell me happy birthday. I turn left instead of right. It was shorter. I couldn't have known that this would be the biggest mistake of my life.
Right: a road that takes me around half the village before I reach home, very safe but annoying.
Left: a back road that takes me behind the massive Tescos delivery department. Pretty much invisible to anyone and everyone who lived in the village.
The cold grasp of a hand on my wrist still leaves an ever-lasting scar on my mind. The soft laugh that plays me in my sleep.
I knew who it was.
"Dominic?" I spit. I had been in an abusive relationship with him, and it seemed all his friends were involved as well. I didn't want to do anything but I was threatened, he had a gun. I was tossed around like meat being thrown to a pack of wild dogs and it left me so torn.
It seemed now he was back for more...


I shudder to thin of the nightmares left imprinted behind my eyelids. I regret ever giving in, ever being so ignorant. I drive past a few streets then open the door to a familiar shop. I tell the man what I want and he sits me down on a chair and begins to pierce my lip. I want something to stabilize the negativity of the past and that is a mark to show that I have moved on. This is me, leaving the entirety of my life behind at a piercing shop. I look in the mirror at the pieces of metal, I suit them if I do say so myself. I've always wanted Snakebites. It's kind of been a quiet obsession for me.

My phone is ringing. It's Andy.
"Heeeeeeey!!!! Oh my God I'm so excited to meet you!!! What do you wanna do when you get here? We can go to the movies??" Awwwwww he sounds so excited. We've been talking for a good while now, on kik and instagram. We both agree that Tumblr gets annoying.
"You could help me unpack?" I say, only half kidding. It would nice to get some help. I'm so excited, he is the only who was there for me when Dominic and his friends took advantage of me.
"I could be a rapist or sociopath for all you know!" He laughs
"Im sure that a rapist or sociopath wouldn't announce that over the phone" it's like I can hear him shrugs from the amount of times we skyped. I specifically steered my mum to the Framlingham direction when we decided moving was best.
This could be a new start to a new life. Let's hope it's a good one!

Notes

Sorry if it's kinda sad but this is a chapter that kind of gives you an insight to who Lana is and more just to get to know her.
Hope it's ok...