ALI AMELIA WINTERS (Her life) skins

Alice

I never had much in my life. My real family never really wanted me so I ended up on the streets. Shall I tell you how it happened? Do you really want to know? Well my name is Alice Amelia Winters. I am fifteen. I have black long hair and green eyes.

My life starts on the 15th May 1997. I was born to Cathy Carter Winters and Derek Winters. My father died age 25 of a drug overdose. My mother was a drinker and fell in love with Cook. He had a son called James but I never met him. I never stayed long enough to know enough about this bloke mum was with. I was never ready part of this family.

I missed dad every day. I know it's horrible but some days I wish it was but. But she never saw what Cook was. She never knew what he did to me when she was out. I felt alone and afraid that he would walk in my room and beat me again. I couldn't do it so I told mum. Did she believe me? I bet you're sitting there hoping she did and she would kick him and I would have a stable home and a life. But if that happened there would be no story.

She yelled at me told me to get out and this is how I ended up on the streets. Now I don't let anyone get close to me. I hate being touched loud noises. Anything. You could say I am fucked up. So this is me. How I ended up on the streets of Bristol. In the only clothes on my body, no bed no home. Nothing. Begging strangers that could be mad or worse for money. I don't go by the name Alice its Ali my life before is dead to me and I wouldn't go back for the world.

Cook

So here I was walking to Freddie's shed. The guys were all meeting up in his shed were we had grown up in. It had been our place since we were kids. That when I saw her. Sitting there outside a shop. She looked so afraid and alone. Something told me to go talk to her. Go and she her, she needed someone. I walked across the road and saw her trying to keep her warm. Her eyes looked up at me and you could see the fear.

She was shaking so bad. I shrugged off my red jacket and went to drape it over her, but she moved away further into the wall. I crouched down in front of her. She wasn't like normal girls. She needed help and I knew that I would help her whatever. I wouldn't leave her here. I cared for some strange reason I didn't want to be Cook that everyone else saw.

'What's your name babe?' I asked. I saw the tears down her face now.

"Ali." She said in a soft voice. I nodded at her.

'Well I'm James. Everyone calls me Cook though. Listen how about you get up and you can come with me and I'll look after you Ali.' I said. I watched as she thought about it. I got up and put my hand out to her. She looked at me eyes and I saw that she was thinking about it.

She raised her hand that was still shaking and stuck it in mine. I pulled her up from the ground and she moved away from me. I took a deep breath.

"I won't hurt you, Ali." I said as I grabbed my jacket and draped it over her. She flinched but let me do it. I began walking back down to Freddie's and she began to follow me. I could feel her right next to me, I could see from the corner of my eye that she was staring at me. I felt her hand trying to hold mine and I let her I knew that she was afraid but I had to look out for her. Bring her out of her shy state. I'd make her want to live her life and I knew that I really wanted to help her. I needed to find out why the reason she was the way she was.