In the Beginning

[azazel]

I would Love critique, this is a new peice of something I just recently started. It is was you may consider I romance[or will be as time wears on]

In the beginning I was a quiet person with no dreams, no plans for the future. In all honesty I had no life outside the small group of friends I had and the small knife that I carried. We hung out in the high school parking lot where vast empty asphalt stretched endlessly around us, though; there were hardly any cars at this hour. The parking lot was in front of the massive stone school that read simply Junior High and High School in small gray letters. This was our domain; we held control of the area after five.

I looked to the side at my small band of friends. My eyes fell on Jay, the only one that truly amazed me. He had short spiked black hair that shone with the hair gel had had to use, and he always wore a soft color of black but more in a punk style than in gothic. Beside him stood the persistent, funny, Amy with that familiar smile in her eyes. She was a very beautiful young girl around sixteen with long mahogany hair and bright brown eyes. She made us all seem a bit more cheerful at times. To her right was the always negative, humorous, Xander. He was the only one different out of our small bunch with his platinum hair and straight white clothing, but his most exaggerated feature was his lovely ebony eyes.

Me? I fit in with Jay’s style with my long curly black hair and punk black clothing. I had really nothing special about me, my eyes were a watery violet and my skin was a paler tone but other then that I was normal. I fit in with this group perfectly. We were the ‘Cutters’, the ones that cut themselves out of anger or depression or even self punishment. I didn’t cut myself, as they did, I simply watched.