I rolled over, opening my eyes groggily. Where was I? Oh... right. My old house, in my old room.
The walls were pink, bedding pink, curtains pink, carpet pink... well, you get the idea.
Uncomfortably I sat up in the dark room; the twin-size bed had become much too small for me. Shaking my head I mentally scolded myself for being idiotic enough to come back here after so long. It wasn't that I was afraid someone would kick me out; the house had been abandoned ever since It happened.
My thoughts were interrupted by a slow, steady throbbing in my lower lip, and it took me a moment to realize why I was in pain. I had given myself snake-bites, and it hurt. It would hurt for several days, but I could handle a bit of jaw pain if it meant staying alive.
I slowly got to my feet and trudged across the carpet to pick up my clothes from yesterday off of the floor. It wasn't much; just an Asking Alexandria shirt, some tattered jeans, and my scarlet scarf. Like I said, not much. It isn't like I'm

made of money or anything.
To put on my socks and shoes I sat onto the small bed, raising a leg to slide into the worn out fabric. I couldn't help but frown slightly at the milkiness of my skin. Why did I always wear black when it made me look so sickly white? To blend in, I suppose. Well, that's all I could come up with.
Shoes on, I combed my blonde-tipped, black hair with my fingers. The blonde looked nice, but it was just a result of sh!tty hair dye.
I turned and grabbed the golden-amber contacts I'd have to wear, being careful not to knock anything down. I wanted out of the house now, so I hurried with the contacts and exited the door of my once safe home, dissapearing into the inky night.

-End of chapter 1 rewrite.

AHHH. GIVE ME MORE.

Ah, I want to read more now ,w,