My head pounded, legs strained, stomach rumbled. But I don't have anywhere to go. HE decided that I was a nuisance. HE decided that I don't belong in the family. HE threw me out onto the street. HE told me to never come back, and my mother. She fell in love with this monster, which has a fifteen year old bratty daughter and money. I, being eleven wouldn't have a clue what I am meant to do when you are tossed out onto the streets, in an overly large dress shirt that is my nightie and bare feet.
It is dark and half the lights are busted. My feet are cut and my hair a mess. It was ten when he chucked me out in another fit of rage. One of many that has left me with bruises. But it would be at least an hour since then and I have no idea where I am going. Or how much longer I can survive this.
The police station was shut of all things and men have stared at me strangely. I guess I do look weird, being in something that goes to my knees and nothing else. My pale skin shines with the full moon that is directly above me. Maybe it's midnight. Or much later.
My father died in a police shooting when my mother was pregnant. My parents where both only child's; and my grandparents dead. During school I stayed away from people, being an outcast. My mother never treated me like a daughter.
She never abused me, but she didn't tuck me in or read me stories. She couldn't cook and went away for days at a time, leaving me to fend for myself. Men came to her house and I was pushed out. She is erratic, often changing her views. Bills being left unpaid and payed, and the fridge empty. At the age of four she sent me with ten dollars in hand, to buy my own Christmas present. The only way I survived was from being able to read, how is unknown, and scourging for food.
This time though, I am thinking of giving up hope. At school I am a loner, my mother not having the money to pay for my clothes, or for the school. But now that HE, Phil is there, I am non-existent. I don't think it matters any way. Never matters.
Not knowing what to do I stumble to the doorway of an apartment building. Hope doesn't flow through me, but I don't know what else to do. My legs wobble, barely holding me up. Slamming my hand down on the bells of all the apartments I don't wait for a reply. "Help me." I gasp out as my knees finally give out on me. My throbbing head gives a dull thud against the stairs. Wrapping my arms around me I wait for something to happen. Time to fly by and the sun to rise. My growling stomach doesn't let the blackness evade me; neither does the ache in my legs.
An echoing stomping reaches my ears. Three sets of footsteps, but my eyes had shut long ago. I give an involuntary shiver from the cold, knowing that with the wintry night I will not be able to make it, now that I stopped moving. A thumbling and jingling sound comes next, then a blast of warm air as the door near my head is thrown open. "Grab her." Comes a soft female voice, about my age. Two arms go around me, and even though fear spreads to my body I can't move away. To cold.
"Jake, go up and get a bed ready." Comes the female voice again. An echo goes around as the person, Jake, runs up some stairs. A chattering sound also joins it as the door is shut. The person holding me pulls me closer as we start up the stairs. No one bothers them and no adult comes out.
With the heat, my body starts to feel. The bruises and cuts that scatter around my body. The blisters on my feet, and the glass that jabs into them. I give out a small screech at the pain, clutching my arms around me tighter. Trying to keep myself together.
"Shh…" A mans voice coos from above me. "Where here to help you." The voice sounded not much older then me, maybe the same age. Another door shuts and I'm slowly lowered onto something soft. A bed maybe. I open my eyes half the way, as much as I can as blankets are layered on top of me. Standing over me is a girl about my age with blonde hair and blue eyes. At the base of the bed is a boy who looks exactly like her, with tweezers in hand. Tinkling sounds are heard as glass is taken from my feet.
"Soup." Another boy says, walking into sight. He has tanned skin and black shaggy hair. In his hands is a cup with steam floating out. He gives a chuckle as my stomach grumbles. "Here you go." I try sitting up, but my arms can't take my weight.
"Pass." The blonde girl says, grabbing it. She sets it somewhere and then sits next to my body. A searing feeling comes from my feet, and I see antiseptic just before the bandage is put around both. Great. Won't be able to walk on them for a while. Suddenly I am pulled into a sitting position, an arm around my waist, head on a shoulder. "Drink." Orders the girl, as the cup is tipped to my lips. I gulp back the searing liquid and feel it travel down my body. A few gulps and my eyelids drop without warning. I struggle to pull them open again, but it doesn't work. My mind starts to cut out and the last thing I feel is a gentle hug as someone puts me back down.
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I didn't know how to finish this chapter. I guess its like the prologue. It is easy to guess who is who, and yes its in Bella POV as most of my stories are. I got no idea what to do about the title, but if your going to give a suggestion, then you need to wait till the next chapter, cause it takes a different way. ENJOY!