2Chapter 1
June 28th, 11:06 PM
Breathe.
She laid on the ground motionlessly in a shallow alley. On 62nd street between two industrial buildings was a sixteen-year-old girl of dark complexion laying with the trash in a dark alley. She had brutally deep stab wounds in her chest and her unruly dirty blonde hair shadowed her face as the rain cascaded off of her body, washing the blood out her nasty wounds.
Breathe.
Just a few hours ago, she did some heavy drugs, was stabbed, assaulted, and abandoned, yet somehow, she was still alive.
Breathe.
One of her curled fingers twitched silently and then the whole hand began to twitch. A single eye opened, revealing a pink iris that looked comparable to a fish's eye. Her pupils dilated as a single light flashed brightly in her face.
It was the light of a car that was passing by. It hadn't seen her laying there. This concept was strange to her. Why couldn't everything that just happened killed her?
Why am I not dead?
It was almost too good to be true for her. The last time she was conscious, things were looking terribly for her and she was certain that there was no escape. She was certain that she was in her final hours. Yet here she was, breathing and peacefully in an alley lying in her own thick blood.
Slowly, she sat up. Even at the pace she was going at, the pain still managed to make itself evident as she hissed as soon as she tried moving.
It took her a while, but she eventually made it to her feet. She placed her shaky hand on her chest, pulled on her white t-shirt and looked down it. It was a mess. All across her breasts were ugly gashes that looked rather fatal.
Yet they had gotten smaller than she had remembered they were. She was on a high at the time, but she vividly remembered the sheer size of the injuries she had received before blacking out. They were unmistakably bigger than they were now.
She sighed.
"I'm alive... why? I've lost everything... Just kill me already..."
She tried to recall the events prior to waking up, but the effort gave her a throbbing headache. The poor girl nearly fell over as she clutched her forehead and winced sharply.
In fact, a hard wall that caught her is exactly what stopped her from falling over. She blankly gazed at the nightlights that poked in through the space between the buildings where she was. As she stared, she felt a burning.
It was her eyes. They were burning with tears that didn't take too long to roll down her cheeks. Miserable, lonely, desperate. Any of those words could've accurately described how she felt.
She continued to cry her eyes out until she felt nothing but numbness both emotionally and mentally. Wiping her eyes, she got up and walked aimlessly, avoiding all streetlights to avoid being seen. Attention wasn't something she needed right now.
The streets were empty, minus the few people walking down every now and then and the vehicles that zipped past her, kicking up the water that puddled on the road.
She was cautious, wrapping her arms over her chest to cover the red stains on her plain white shirt as she passed people by. Paranoiacally, she'd look at her surroundings before dashing off, not daring to look back once. It was that alley, that damned alley.
Never again. Never again. Never again!