A/N: This is my Chicago Fire fanfic! It's a story I've been thinking about writing for a while! I hope you like it enough to keep reading! Please review if you have any comments or opinions about the story! -Emma
What am I? I ask myself that sometimes. A question I don't really want to answer because I know I won't like it, but the truth is I am alone.
My whole life I've gone from one foster home to another, not knowing who my family is or if I even have one. For 17 years it's been like this. But I am determined to make this foster home in Chicago my last. When I turn 18 I am going to get out of this hell hole that is Ruby's house. I don't know what I'll do then but I will find a way to survive.
Ruby is my foster "mom". She fosters kids just for the money she gets for "taking care of orphans", as she calls it. I find that funny since she doesn't do anything but lay on the couch, watch tv, and drink whisky. I'm the only kid she has now, the others turned 18 and left. She's not cruel, just a little messed up.
I step quietly out of my room and head for the door trying not to wake up Ruby. I get almost to the door when I hear her stir. "Crap…"
"Delilah where are you going?" Ruby said lifting her head up from the couch. She looked pretty bad, from the hangover I'm guessing. "Just out, I need some air." Since I'm on summer break I spend most of my time riding around Chicago on my bike and sitting in parks drawing. It's better than sitting inside all day and I like being outside.
"You always need air..." She says in a way that makes me feel a little bad for her. She's not old, around 40 I think. She has this boyfriend that comes around every few months and asks for money. He never stays very long, but long enough to get money and beat up on Ruby. She always says for me to stay away when he's here and never to call the cops. So I do what she tells me.
"I can't stay here all the time. I have to get out" She never stops me from doing anything, it's pretty much me fending for myself. I get food, and the little clothes we can afford, and anything else that is needed. Most of the money is spent on liquor... Personally the stuff is nasty and costs too much money!
"I know. You're such a wild thing. I don't think anything could keep you from being that way." She calls me "wild thing" all the time. It's true though, nothing can hold me back.
"Yeah well I'm gonna go." I say as I head outside and grab my bike putting my backpack on as I go. I start to ride the way I always go, down the block on to the main road, past the gas station and the firehouse on the way to the park I go to. I always go slow past the firehouse so I can look at everything. The trucks are so cool! I know I sound like a 5 year old little boy who is obsessed with fire trucks, but it's true!
As I go by I see a woman with bleach blonde hair and a dark blue uniform standing with another woman with tan skin and the same uniform. They're the paramedics I think. CRASH! I feel myself flip off the bike and hit the ground, letting out a scream as I go and then everything goes blurry…