Elizabeth walked quickly down the streets. She had no idea where she was, as her mind raced on, trying to figure out what had just happened. It had only been an hour ago that she was in the carriage on her way to the train station with her family. When they got there, she had grabbed her bags, but her father insisted that the cab driver would take it. She picked up her journal and looked around the busy crowd for a moment. When she turned back around she found that she had lost her family in the crowd.
She had searched frantically, tried to eye them in the crowd, but it had done no good. She heard her train called, and figured to just get on and find them that way, but they wouldn't allow her on without her ticket. She tried to plea with the old man, but he just figured she was another street rat trying to buy a free ride. Within seconds of stepping back off the loading plank, the train pulled away, leaving her in the city alone.
She went back to try and find the cab driver, only to find that he and the carriage where long gone from sight. Now she just walked, praying that someone would find her, recognize her and realize that a wealthy young lady should not be walking the streets alone.
"Fellas," she heard as she turned to see a group of newsies taking off their hats and gawking at her, some with their mouths half open. She quickly put her head down and gripped her journal tight as she rushed past, trying to ignore their stares. Soon after she could no longer feel their eyes on her, she looked up to hear one of the newsies yell out his headline.
"Baby born with three heads!" She quickly walked faster, trying to ignore everything and consentrate on finding her way back home.
" You all right, miss?" she heard another male voice from behind her that made her jump slightly. She spun around, brown curly locks bouncing off her face as she stared into baby blue eyes. " I didn't mean ta scare ya," he apologized, taking off his black bowler hat. "Me names Preacher." Elizabeth stared blankly at him. " Ya look like you're lost," he smiled weakly, placing hist hat back on his head.
"You see those street rats, Elizabeth, darling? Don't you evah talk to them, ya hear? They're no good. All they want is a piece of rich meat, you hear me, Elizabeth sweet heart? They may act all sweet, but that's only an act. They're all skum. The city should really do more to get rid of those kids." her mother's words echoed in her mind.
" Get away from me you filthy street rat!" Elizabeth shouted, taking off down the street once more, not pausing to look over her shoulder at the look of hurt on the boy's face, or to see if he was even following her. She kept running until she was out of breath.
" Elizabeth?" she spun around one more time, her navy blue dress spinning at the bottom around her feet, slowly becoming still as she started into ice blue eyes with a few straids of raven black hair dangling inbetween the view of them.
"Ha--" Elizabeth started only to be cut off.
" Please, Torn. The names Torn now," the girl smiled at her.