...I get too many ideas. I've been working on this and another new story that'll hopefully be up soon. This is just the prologue, but I hope you lovelies enjoy it! I'll work on getting new chapters of my other stories up soon. ~Shaymie
Cold. It was all she could feel, all she had known for the past few days. At least she hoped it had only been a few days. She didn't know how long it had been since she was taken from the orphanage, but she had managed to escape from her captors several days ago.
She squeezed her eyes shut and huddled up in a bush. She was cold, lonely, and starving. She couldn't find the energy to stand anymore. She was sure that people, good and bad, had given up looking for her.
"She's over here!" The girl stiffened as she heard unfamiliar voices in the distance. Had they found her again? She couldn't go back to that place again. She just couldn't. They hit and cursed and used needles. She couldn't go back. She just couldn't.
"No… Leave me alone," she whispered, curling up tighter. It did nothing to fight off the cold. Her teeth chattered, and she struggled to tighten her jaw to silence it.
"Sweetie, can you open your eyes? I promise I won't hurt you." She shook her head. She had fallen for tricks like that before and gotten hurt.
"Bad people… Hurt me… No more… No more…" she sobbed. Cool hands grabbed her and took her out of the bush, but she was too tired to bother fighting and instead braced herself for the inevitable.
It never came. The harsh blow, the condescending words. None of it came. There were only soothing touches like the ones her mother used to give her. The cold hand carefully picked leaves and twigs out of her hair and tried to fix the tangled red curls.
"Shh, it's okay, honey. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not like those bad men," a gentle female voice soothed. The girl opened her bright blue eyes for the first time, finding herself staring into a pair of strange golden eyes.
"You won't hurt me?" she whispered, her voice a rasp. She found herself relaxing in the stranger's cool touch, which was strangely soothing.
"We won't let anyone hurt you ever again. I promise." The woman stood up, cradling the girl in her arms, and started to walk. The small girl didn't bother fighting and instead felt her eyes begin to drift shut.
"What's your name? Mine is Rosalie." The girl's eyes fluttered open slightly, long enough to get another look at the beautiful woman.
"Ruby," she murmured before drifting off peacefully.