Officially, these are the re-written version of TAM.
For those who already read the story, please forgive me for all the mistakes I've made before I decided to find a beta and help me a bit so that I can improve my writing skills. And for those who started to read the story now, I hope you enjoy it a lot. Updates will be a bit slow since school and final exams to get into College, called in Greece Panhellenic Exams, are pressing and hold me back from writing. This will be for almost a year and after I'm done, updates will be more and faster, I guess.
My character, Rowan Fox, looks like Elle Fanning(one of the actresses I like) only with red hair, icy blue eyes and snow white skin. Most of my OC's look like an actor or singer and also there will be some songs, scenes that come out of my head and extra AU chapters that connect with the previous chapter and the whole story. Think of it as a book, not a fic. It's a book.
New York's sewers.
Those dirty and bad smelling sewers led into an old subway that had an old station turned into a cozy house. The main room, living room probably, had a small TV, lots of pillows, gaming machines a hall leading to other rooms so as a closed door on the left. All the rooms had closed doors with some snorings heard all over.
One of them, though, was half open.
Inside that room that was clearly a girl's room; clean and tidy with girly stuff around, a small light was on. A lamp on a big wooden desk lightened a girl with velvet red hair set in a ponytail with two studs in a blue color kissing softly her skin. Her head was boobing under the rhythm of a song that came out from a pair of black earphones. A pen was making circles on her milky white skinned fingers without it could even paint her by accident. Icy blue eyes gazed an open notebook on the desk, like it was something extraordinary.
She was lost in her thoughts.
The page, except the date on the top had also a written "Dear diary" with calligraphic letters. The girl let a sigh to escape from her lips while her pen stopped dead its circles and lowered on the notebook. She started to write.
Dear diary,
It's been years since I wrote something on that kind of thing. I think it's been almost 5 years, as much the years I lived without my parents and baby brother. Why? 'Cause they're dead, sleeping for an eternity under lot of mud. Because of a stupid car accident. And because of a fire at my home back in Japan that destroyed everything that I could keep for them.
Guess that old habits turn back.
Ugh, I'm not sure where to begin or with what should I begin with. Told you, it's been some years. I just bought this notebook only to express my feelings and experiences that I cannot express with my voice. Few people know about them and not entirely. Oh, well, I think I know where to start. I can "tell" the story that changed my life. And it's long enough.
The girl stopped writing; her pen started again its circles on her fingers. She let the pen on the desk next and she stood up, holding her phone on one hand. She was wearing a buggy grey shorts that showed her fresh-shaved milky white naked lags and a large black T-shirt that one sleeve was falling off her left shoulder. She walked out of her room with silent steps and quickly moved to the living room. She could feel the cold air in that room and made her to shiver.
She hugged herself tightly, biting her bottom lip. Her gaze went on the closed TV and the glass showing herself. She hadn't realized that the song she was listening before had been replaced by another. She let it to play while she silently returned back to her room.
She sat on the chair and grabbed the pen again, writing something that popped up suddenly inside her head.
But first, I have to introduce myself. How the hell will you guys call me? Hahaha, nice joke myself.
My name's Rowan Fox.
And get prepared for huge things.