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DARK SHADOWS
CHAPTER 1
She hugged her tattered hoodie closed around her as the cold early December wind tried to break through to her skin. She had always felt the cold from as long as she could remember, even since she was a little girl. Now she was closing in on 17 years of age, she felt like this had been her life for far too long.
Her mother had long passed in a car accident, which she was also involved in due to a couple of young punks in a stolen car that roared through the traffic intersection red light and rammed straight into their car. It left her mother dead and her with a broken arm and dislocated ankle. Much to her disgust, the hoons in the car walked away unscathed with barely a scratch and no remorse but headed straight for prison for their recklessness. So, she was cared for by her father, who after the incident became an alcoholic and gambler who went out night after night to the casino and usually would come home drunk and broke and resorted to abuse because he needed someone or something to take away his pain of losing the love of his life so harshly.
When he smashed a photo of them all onto the floor in a drunken rage and then turned his fists onto her, she decided enough was enough. She stuffed what little possessions she had into her backpack and took off for the lonely, deserted life of living on the streets. She learned to dodged police and authorities easily with help from a few other kids doing the same thing. It was not the life she imagined for herself but it was one she had become accustomed to.
In truth, she hated night time, always had done. When she was five, it was monsters in her closet. At ten, it was thunderstorms during winter, now at sixteen it was drug addicts and sleazy guys prowling the streets for hookers. She made a promise to herself that she wouldn't degrade herself by selling her body even though she had no money. Pickpocketing and small thefts of food kept her going and she always, always felt guilty about doing it. She figured that if God was going to punish her for her stealing by sending her to Hell then it couldn't be any worse than the Hell she was living on Earth on the streets of Los Angeles.
She turned the corner to head to the alley she sometimes slept. The dim light from the street lamps not helping much to light her path. She approached the entrance to the alley and froze when she heard a scream. Poking her head around the corner, she witnessed a man standing over a woman a knife in his gloved hand. She watched as he deftly and swiftly plunged the dagger into her body, piercing her lungs. The woman tried to struggle and fight but the man was too overpowering. The man's fighting skills were too much for the woman to overcome. Satisfied his work was done, he watched her slump helplessly to the ground. The egomaniac side to him wanted to be sure the woman would not be easily identified to protect him and others. He slashed her face repeatedly drawing long scars down her face. Standing, he pushed the bloodied knife back to its holder and into the pocket of his jacket. Casting a few glances up and down the alley, he turned and walked up to the entrance when he saw a quick glance of her, staring wide eyed at him. He cursed angrily then broke into a run to her.
She saw him coming, crossed the alley and ran as fast as she could down the street into the darkness of night. Never stopping to look behind she heard him yelling at her. She had to hide and she knew all the best spots. She got off the main lighted road and into more hidden dark spots. Her breathing was getting harder as she started puffing, trying to draw in deep breaths. Turning the corner to the dark abandoned building, she scaled the stairs and into the attic, where she slumped down the dusty wall, out of breath. She brought her knees up close to her chest hugging her legs tight. She had managed to lose the killer, for how long she didn't know. She burst into tears, her body swaying with sobs. She decided to stay here tonight and tomorrow she would try to figure out what to do. She only hoped she could make the right decision.
So should I go on? Want to know what happens? Well you'll have to find out next time….