First story on Fanfiction!
I really hope you enjoy it.
If you want to learn more about me just click on my profile. This is supposed to be sort of an angsty story about a girl haunted by her past and only wants to stay alive and make it to her future, but I probably failed miserable.
Please review! It would be super appreciated.
She was cold, freezing actually, and she was in total shock that she hadn't died of hypothermia yet.
Kale Anderson gently clawed at the wet New York pavement below her with a slow but steady pace. What was she trying to do? Even she didn't know. All she knew was that she wanted to get out of the alleyway and get into warm clothes that weren't ripped or bloodstained. Her legs were like putt, temporarily disabled from the forceful act she had involuntarily participated in just minutes ago. She could only fight for so long before the fight got too difficult before she had to give up and give in.
She raised a quivering arm to her slightly tanned face and checked her watch. 2:31 am, it read in neon blue letters, practically blinding the terrified blonde She quickly averted her cream-and-coffee hued eyes to the sky and slowly began to gather her frantic thoughts, dirty fingers still grazing the ground.
Kale hadn't done anything to deserve what had happened to her. Jumped, beaten, and abandoned in an alleyway, having her innocence taken away from her for the second time. She never liked to think about the first, knowing she'd more than likely get nightmares about it later. What was the use in putting herself through that horrifying flashback more than she had to?
The attack may have seemed spontaneous, but it was not. Kale knew exactly who was behind the evil act and she also knew their motive. It was a vicious and low road the person took, but it wasn't like they hadn't done something like this before. Scenarios like these were the person's entire life, screwing over innocent people who had done next to nothing but had displeased the vile human being in doing so. He had hurt Kale an abundance of times, and even after only being in college for two weeks, he had terrorized her yet again, and the perpetrator had gotten away with impeccable ease and suave, something Kale knew the person had. She couldn't bring her brain to comprehend moving, so she stayed frighteningly still, mercilessly clawing at the cold wet ground, watching as her breath came out in a steam cloud before being whisked away by below freezing air.
She clenched the bottom of her blood spattered coat and wrapped it tighter around her shivering body, silently wishing for someone to save her. This couldn't be the end. Kale knew she was destined for more, destined to do bigger, more important things. There were more things in store for her. Her life wasn't over, it couldn't be, it just couldn't be.
Laying there, in the dark, half naked with sore limbs like putty and a face slowly turning a deathly shade of blue, Kale reflected on her pathetic life. It disappointed her how she hadn't completed any of the things on her bucket list and it broke her knowing the she didn't carry out her mother's wish. She had failed She had let her mother down. She had let herself down.
The last breaths were quickly approaching Kale as her eyelids began to fall heavy and close.
And at that exact same moment, her ears perked up to the sound of wailing sirens, and rushed footsteps.
And her freezing body was finally acquainted with a pair of strong, calloused hands that were sending unbearable sparks through her spine.
But she figured that was just the whole dying thing.