Gone

Chapter One

Your life hasn't always been the best. Your parents died when you were young and you were in the foster system for years. When you were finally adopted, your parents were distant. They were always busy with their special events and work. Even though they fed you and gave you freedom, they never paid much special attention to you. As such, you kept trying to get their attention. 

Your constant stunts got you in trouble, but your parents still payed little attention to you. When you turned sixteen, you ran away, having had enough. You didn't know what you were getting into as you ran. You were trying to sleep in the woods when a man took you back to his cabin to spend the night. You mistook this for kindness and tried to get to sleep. However, the next day he sold you to the Yakuza. You became the Yakuza boss's. They hit you when you did something wrong, no matter how minor. One day, the boss's son decided he wanted your body. You ran away in tears after the event, running to a nearby bridge. You wanted out. You didn't want this life anymore. You took a moment to admire the view before leaning over. You let out a laugh, before you felt a pair of arms wrap around you, tugging you back.

"Let go!" You cried out, scared it was the boss's son. You flailed about, but the arms held you tight, a soft voice trying to calm you.

"Please... I'm not here to hurt you..." The voice was soft, but slightly shaky, "You can't do this."

"You don't know what I've been through!" You had more tears in your (Eye color) eyes.  You managed to push the person off, turning to face them, "You have no idea!" You cried. He was a quite attractive boy, only a year or two older than you it seemed. However, he looked rather pale and sickly, his white hair a mess.

"I know. I know I have no idea, but..." He sighed, trying to take your hand, "I saw what happened. I wanted to get you out of there, but I couldn't. I wanted to save you because..." He sighed again, letting you go, "Look, I want to give you a way out. Something I don't have." You just stared at him, confused, scared, and not wanting to listen.

"Can't I just choose my own way out?"

"Yes, but... Your time isn't now."