Writing

[Trixi Lowe]

Trax

Trax knew he should head back to his house...It would be nighttime soon, and even though he knew his way home like the back of his hand, the pouring rain would slow him down, and the dark frightened him, even to this day. But he and his best friend since childhood, Mickey, were having so much fun, laughing and joking around with each other, making fun on other people who went to their prestigous little catholic school. They joked about students, teachers, staff, anybody and anything. He didn't want to leave, as he was having too much fun, and he'd been having and excellent day, and in his opinion, the best yet in a while.

Standing up from Mickey's bed, which he'd been sitting on while Mickey laid back and joked around with him, he laughed at an expression that his friend had made. Shaking his head slightly as he picked up a motorcycle helmet, still laughing, he looked to his best friend, his hand coming to ruffle up his blonde hair, scattering the streak of black dyed hair over his eyes. Jumping back quickly, he laughed, dodging his friends' smack, as he chuckled slightly, waving to him, "I have to go home dude. See ya tomorrow!"

After a few seconds, he would come out of the front door of Mickey's spanish styled house, one hand holding his black motorcycle helmet, the other fishing in his distressed jeans' pocket, pulling out a small key. Slipping his helmet on over his black and red hair, he slid onto his black Kawasaki Ninja, the present he had saved up any and all his money for. Stroking over the handles for a minute, he then gripped them, speeding out of Mickey's driveway into the streets, feeling the cool night air tug at his shirt and jeans as he zipped through busy and not so busy streets.

Rain had started sprinkling down as he parked his motorcycle in the apartment complex's sheltered parking space. With a flick of the wrist, his precious bike died with a precious purr, his body sagging slightly. He rubbed his temples after he strapped his helmet to his bike, a soft sigh coming from him. He would then slip off of the bike, key in hand as he moved to climb up the stairs, leading into the building. Climbing and climbing until he was at the fifth floor, he panted slightly, moving to his door, 508.

Digging in his jeans once again, he pulled out his key to his apartment, slipping it into the lock. With an almost silent click, the door opened and he pushed it in. Stepping onto the hardwood floor, he gazed around his home, at the couch, at the pictures on the wall, then all of the sudden heard the ruckus upstairs. Sighing a bit, he stepped back into the hall, but left his door unlocked as he went back into the stairwell, climbing up another floor. Wandering down the new hall, he found 608 and knocked loudly on the door.

As the door opened, his eyes went to the face of the answerer. He had short, brown hair that contrasted with his bulky body that was leaning against the doorway, one hand on the doornob behind him.

"Yeah?" He asked, voice slightly gruff, "What can I help you with?" Trax took a peek past him for a breif moment, he caught a glimpse of a girl in the corner, standing, head bowed. She started walking over to the door, but when the man turned and gave her a glance, she seemed to retrace her steps, sitting down quietly on the ugly, old, brown couch in the apartment. It matched her hair...Raising his eyes to the other man's, Trax slipped his fingers into his jeans, before speaking.

"I live down in 508. Can you please keep it down?" He asked, his slouched position showing he didn't care. He lazily kept his eyes on the other male's, a brow raising, "And it would help if you guys made it slightly lower. Thanks." Trax would then turn and leave, simply tumping down the stairs. He heard a click of the door, before he came to his floor.

Trixi

She was there when the knocking on the door came, David over her. She worriedly looked to it as she came still. He had been throwing her, her body pressing against the wall as her boyfriend walked over. She adjusted her skirt and started walking over, her fingers coming to adjust her wig. David made her wear it in his prescence, the locks falling to her midback. As she went close to the couch, David looked back, giving her a nasty glare.

Pausing, she sat on the couch, lowering her head, but glancing to who David was talking to. He had black hair with a bright red streak in it, a small smile coming to her face. But what caught her eyes were his --They were red. She found them unusual, since David had normal muddy brown eyes. She adjusted her skirt again... "Stupid preppy clothes..." she thought to herself, shivering. Looking back to the door, she had found David had shut it, before turning on her.

Trixi got up and stumbled back, shaking her head, seeing his face had twisted into fury. He started yelling at her during his advancement towards her. Trixi's arms came up to defend herself as his hand swiped at her. He would grab her shoulders, shaking her frail body, the wig slipping off, revealing her black and white hair as a scream came from her as he did so. His large form came closer, his hand slapping her as she squirmed, before shoving her harshly against the wall. Crying out, she decided it was over.

Her hands came flying out, pushing him away, her legs kicking like mad at him. She was soon rammed into the wall, hearing things snap inside her. She screamed again, this time wanting to grab the neighbours or somebody's attention, her body still fighting against his. She couldn't take it anymore. He was too agressive and brutal, her side aching. She then felt his grip around her neck, her floundering body slowly going still as he started strangling her, causing her to choke. Panting, she dug her nails into his face, clawing, desperately. She slowly lost energy, her gaze getting blurry, before she felt him get off her.

Looking up to him, she closed her eyes as he pulled her to her feet, whispering something about her being his "forever", and that she should "Never be a bad girl ever again." She snapped. She wasn't his. As his grip tightened, she told him so. Her brows furrowed while she cried out in pain. She listened to him raise his voice and tell she was his and his alone. She shook her head desperately, grabbed a pencil off the nearby coffee table and rammed it into his shoulder. She gasped for air with a cry of pain when he let go. Having stumbled to her feet; she peeled off the soft pink coloured heels he made her wear, and hurled them at his head. Trixi ran out, becomming deeply entwined in thought.

"Where could I go? I can't go back home or to Lindsay's.. God... Oh god." she thought aloud while she, almost running, down the stairwell. She heard him yell at her; his steps vibrated on the steel stairs. She sped up and panted quickly. Losing her footing, she fell down and rolled along the steps until she hit the floor. She layed there and panted hard; her nose bled, her eyes stung and her arms and legs were both sore from the fight with her boyfriend and the fall.

A thought entered into her mind and she weakly climbed to her feet, a bruised and bloodied mess. She pulled the door open and searched the floor as she ran down the hall, whispering the numbers to herself. She found apartment 508. "Please be there! Please!" she begged through the door while she pounded on it and began to cry. "Please help me!"