Chapter 1
Nakoma Waya was sitting on her makeshift bed under the bridge smoking a cigarette. Currently she was staying in New York but she was born into a small tribe in the middle of nowhere. One of those places where everyone knows everyone else and will tell your parents when you did something wrong. It had been forever since she had laid eyes on the place. Nakoma was only eighteen but she felt like she had lived for far longer than her short amount of years. When you were able to get a glimpse into her now bright purple eyes you could see all of the troubles she had been through; but very few people actually saw her true eye color because she had taken to wearing colored contacts to cover up her unique eyes. Nakoma always wore dark jeans and had a hoody pulled up to cover her face and hair...well, it covered her up while she was her "normal" self anyway.
It was late at night so she was looking up at the stars that she could make out from the edge of the bridge. Nakoma always loved night time, the cover of darkness and the vastness of the night sky. It calmed her for some unknown reason. She puffed out some smoke and thought back to when her life had taken a drastic turn. She wasn't even a full fledged teen when she was taken away from her home. When they had taken her and done unspeakable things to her. She shivered and tried to divert her thoughts to anywhere but that place, anywhere but those people.
Nakoma was so deep in her thoughts that she didn't here the people coming up behind her; she didn't realize she was in trouble until she felt the needle pierce her neck and everything went black.