3rd Person POV:
Emily walked on the roads of Melbourne with tears in her eyes at 2AM, she'd just experienced another scene from her mother. Emily's mother was physically abusive and it was usually taken out on Emily, the one place she'd go everytime she experienced this was an abandoned park, it looked like a grassland with white and pink flowers to surround her, as she sat on the dusty and abandoned park bench as she let out her angry and sad cries without any worries of being heard. She wished she had someone to talk to, to be there for but not a single soul seemed to notice her pain. Ever so often she'd speak to the walls and the open air of Australia trying to be heard but in reality no one cared or at least she thought no one did.
Emily's POV:
I tried to stop the tears flowing from my eyes with my hands but I couldn't, I looked up at the night sky that seemed so peaceful as I cried in pain, sometimes I could feel the pain in my chest, it hurt to see the person who was supposed to love and protect you, hurt you the most. With every tear that feel out of my eyes I felt worse, maybe it was the sting of hand prints of my cheek or the sing of pain in my heart, I didn't know what felt worse. I didn't want to hurt anyone but myself. Maybe I just needed to get used to the fact that not everyone is heard and not everyone is saved. My eyes started to feel more tired than my bruised body.
"Why does no one understand?" I cried to the open air
"I will" said a deep voice that most startled me
"I'm sorry, who are you?" I asked the tall muscular figure
"I'm Jake Thompson, I'm no one in authority but I was just walking and I heard you"
"Well thanks for trying to make me believe that you care but you can leave now" I said trying to cover the scars on my hands and the red mark on my face
"Have you been crying?" He asked
"Yeah" I replied wiping my tears away trying not to cry
"Why are you here and could I sit here?" He asked as I noticed his blue eyes
"Sure I guess" I shifted my body on the bench
"I just come here to get away, what bout you?" I said trying to tell him why exactly I was here
"Same, what's your name?"
"Emily Brown" I said as we now sat in silence, I turned my back and put my legs on the bench.
"What exactly beings you here?" He asked as he positioned himself the same way I was with our backs resting on each others
"Abusive mom drove me out of the house"
"Is that why you have the red mark on your face?"
"Yeah" I said as I started tearing up as I relived the incident in my head
"Why exactly are you here?" I tried to stabilize my voice
"Drunk dad an high mom"
"How old are you? You couldn't be a lot older than me" he asked
"15, you?"
"16" he said in his raspy voice
"Don't you wish you'd just be heard?" I asked
"All the time but it feels like"
"No one's listening" we said together
"What did your parents do?" I tried to ask him
"Mom and dad started fighting, I had to leave before it got violent, she picked up a uh stick and attacked dad and he hit her, I was about to get caught up in it but I left without them noticing" his shaky voice said
"That's similar to what just happened"
"What did?" The blue eyed boy asked
"S-she had a bad day at work then came home and started yelling, my dad was the only one who calmed her down but once he left she got worse, well tonight she uh slapped me and did some more terrible things now my arms have bruises and scars o-on them and I'm tired" I started tearing up as I struggled to finish the sentence
"That's terrible you don't deserve that" his body that rested on my back now shifted as I turned around for our eyes to meet
"Maybe I do?" I looked into his watery blue eyes
"Being born was not your fault" he said sympathetically
"I wish I wasn't through"
"You don t know how many people you've had an impact on, right now you don't know how comforting it feels to know I'm not alone because of you"
"You're really nice" I said as he opened his arms out for a hug, should I just hug a random stranger I met at 2AM? It's probably not the smartest choice but I needed to know that I wasn't alone in this moment, he held me close as I stayed like that for a while, even though I'd just met him a while ago I felt comfortable. I pulled away from the long hug as I noticed I was no longer crying
"Those flowers look beautiful under the moonlight" Jake looked at the pink and white colored flowers
"I do know how to make flower crowns out of these"
I stood up from the dusty bench I'd been sitting on as I sat on the floor with the flowers
"Show me then" I asked as he was now sitting with me
"It's easy, you need to pick out two long stemmed flowers and do this" he said as I drew my attention to his hands that were making the crown
"Woah that's actually easy!"
"Now you just take more and continue the process"
"I'm done with mine" I said excitedly, I put it over his brown hair as I saw the biggest smile on his face
"This looks good" he said as he put his now completed flower crown on my short black hair
"You look good" he complemented me
"Why thank you"
"It's almost 4AM" I told him shocked at the time that had past
"I really don't wanna go home tonight, do you have to?"
"I wanna stay here"
"Then keep me company" he smiled,
"Would you mind if I touched your face?"
"Sure"
I felt his hand gently moved on my cheek with the red mark, his thumb roamed around the stinging area
"I'm sorry does it hurt?" He asked concerned
"A little but I like it" I said looking into his eyes as he looked into my green ones and then I did it, I kissed his red lips that were now kissing me back
"I don't know you" he said as he pulled aways
"Same" I said
"But it feels right" he said
"It does" I agreed as his lips met mine again, like I said, this wasn't the most ideal thing to do with someone you met 2 hours ago yet somehow I did it, I pulled away from the long kiss
"I need to be home before mom finds another reason to be mad and its best if I do it while she's asleep" I told the brown eyed boy
"Could I have your phone number?"
"Yeah, give me your phone I'll type it in"
He held his phone in his outstretched arm as I took it and added my phone number in
"We'll talk" I said as I walked out of the abandoned park, I checked the watch on my right arm that now read 4:17AM
I walked to the back of my house to find the window of my room, taking the brown ladder that was kept in the back I climbed my way into the open window. I shut the window slowly as I walked into the shower after the couple exhausting hours I had, I wish nighttime lasts forever.