Live, Die, what's next? (1x1 open)

I went outside and leaned against the wall. A few goths stopped to talk and I smiled at them.

It was fun freaking people out that was the point of the whole thing.

I looked at him confused. "What do you mean? I'm just having some fun. Halloween is almost here and I wanted some practice." I said, he acts weird.

"What, you've got a problem with that? I could bever have fun on a normal day, I think this life wou;d be more fun than mine. At least I wouldn't really need anyone." I said, it was obvious he'd upset me by my expression.

I narrowed my eyes. He must be on steroids or some kind of drug. It still intriqued me but not now.

I shook my head and went to the place I called home. I was free to leave, since I was out of college, but where would I go? I had inheritance money but the lawyer is debating on giving it to me now, she wants me to go to college so she won't have to give it away. If I were to go to court about it then I would probably lose. I figured it was all spent anyways and that's why no one gave it to me.

I sighed, I wasn't very sure of what I should do with myself. I hated my home, I hated my life, and I had no where else to go. I wanted to leave, but where?

I sighed and started painting the mural on my wall again. I was painting a cemetery and the only readable tombstone had my name, date of birth, and the time my only real family died. I was doing touch ups on it. It read: Tawny (last name) May 19, 1994 December 24, 2004. I wished I had gone with her.

I went down to eat and then went right back up. "Maybe I should go see him and his family...." I muttered, beats being here. I decided to go out the window and to his place.

When I got there I heard music. I saw a kid, and two adults. I didn't go in or stick around very long. I stayed long enough to see how happy they were then left. I didn't care about what I wanted, I couldn't go into a happy family because I wasn't strong enough.

I looked at him. "I saw your parents, and your brother outside looking so happy. I got a little jealous because my parents died when I was two and my sister when I was ten. My only relatives don't understand what's wrong with me and won't leave me alone. They put so much pressure on me I might break." My voice was cracking and sore from holding back tears. I shouldn't bring my problems on him, I don't know him. "You probably don't care." I said and started to walk away. "I am only a stranger who has no right to bring problems to your door."

"But they're happier than mine. I'm actually related and I don't like them at least you look happy here and how could bringing this to you help me? I came here because I was hoping I could escape for a little." I said. My throat was closing up and it was getting harder to hold it back.