Yes, I know. Starting another story when my other one isn't even finished yet! What am I thinking?? If this turns you off, shield your eyes! If not, go ahead and enjoy! And maybe let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. I am not making any money from this.
Also I have no beta, so any and all mistakes are mine.
"Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod." The words were rushed, breathed out without thinking. How could anyone think clearly in this situation anyhow? This was freaking unbelievable- impossible even. Was she going out of her mind?
The girl ran around a corner, her fingertips scraping the rough bricks of the building. She paused to lean against the wall, gasping for air. Her breath turned the air white and she coughed harshly. Tonight was not a night for a leisure run around town. Too bad this wasn't for enjoyment. She would have welcomed the rush that came with a good run any day of the week. No. This was life and death.
She took a moment to half smile at her melodramatics. Mike would call her a baby and tell her to get over it. In a loving way of course.
Footsteps sounded against the pavement and she let out a small whimper before she pushed herself off the building. Her bare feet painfully slapped against the ground as she gained speed.
Help us…
She turned to look behind her at the sound, slowing her progression down the street. Her boyfriend's apartment was just up the block, all she had to do was reach it and-
Suddenly she was falling, tripping – hard- and she reached out to catch herself but it was too late. Her palms hit the ground right before her face made impact, and she skidded to a stop. She raised her head to look at her boyfriend's window, then behind her where they were drawing near.
Dark, dead eyes met her gaze just inches from her face and she couldn't look away. Her mouth remained open to call out to her boyfriend, to anyone, but she couldn't make a sound. She continued to lay sprawled out on the sidewalk, transfixed by the form in front of her.
Help us…
The words sounded but the lips didn't move. The child in front of her reached out a hand and before she could think to do anything else, it was cupping her cheek. She instantly felt a cold, almost warm, numbing sensation fill her, from her head traveling slowly to her legs. She tried to move, once again, her mind screaming at her - this is wrong, no, don't let this happen!- but it was useless.
The last thing she knew was the child's sad face, and the haunting look in its eyes before the advancing darkness took over.