Authors note

In this story everyone is human. Please read it and review as it helps me to improve. I want to thank RosalieHale1997 for coming up with half of the plot and for helping me develop my ideas. Please review thanks xxx

Messed up and alone

Alice P.O.V

I walked down the dark alley, keeping an eye out for anywhere that was unoccupied. I was used to the cold now and the smell. The darkness still terrified me, no matter where I was. I stopped in the alleyway and walked over to the empty doorway. It was enough to shelter me for the night as long as it didn't rain.

Every night I ran through my head how I got here. All I had been told by the care homes was I had been found on the doorstep with my birth certificate and a note. All the note had said was my name was Mary Alice and that my mother was very sorry and it shouldn't have turned out like this. As I grew up I refused to be called Mary Alice, "My name is ALICE!" is all I would say, after that I would just ignore anyone that called me Mary Alice. After 14 years in various care homes and no foster homes I ran away. I had tried before but I would either be found or after a couple of days I would come back.

But this was the last straw, after being abused by the people they called care workers I left and never looked back. Living on the streets had to have been better than not feeling safe in your own home, if you could call it a home. I was alone all the time the only time I ever spoke was when I sang along to my ipod. The first couple of weeks I could afford to buy things, I didn't want to be a thief. Then as the years passed I ran out of money, the only money I got from working in the spar went toward getting around or going to the pool just to get a shower so I had to steel the food I needed. I learnt quickly how to behave on the streets and what not to do. After five years on the streets I could spot familiar faces of the people who were in the same situation as me. New York was a large city with lots of people in the same situation as me. Sometimes some of u s got together and all contributed to a proper meal; chips from the chippy.

I sat down in the doorway and unwrapped my pasty. This was my usual meal a pasty and a bottle of water to last all day. I got out my purse; it was a gift from the only decent member of staff for my fifth birthday. I had found a £10 note on the pavement today. I had chosen to spend it tomorrow in a café; I hadn't had a warm meal in over eight months. "Oi. You. Get up. Now." I looked up; it was a tall man dressed in black with a baseball cap pulled over his eyes. "What do you want? I was here first." I replied in a small voice.

"I don't want your shelter, I want your money." He replied in a husky voice. I slipped the £10 into my back pocket under my coat, hoping the man hadn't noticed. "I don't have any money. Just please leave me alone."

"You have a tenner, I saw you slip it in your pocket." The man was leaning over me now, intimidating me. I usually kept to myself; the only people I talked to were what I called my friends. I always kept out of trouble and stayed out of the way, unnoticed. "Please just leave me alone." I replied my voice cracking with fear.

"You asked for it."

Suddenly the mans fist met my face. Blood was everywhere, my blood. All I could feel was pain; all I could see was blood. After the blood had ran from my face there were sharp pains in my ribs. I looked down and saw the man kicking me again and again. After that I slipped in and out of consciousness the only things I was aware of was more pain. Then everything went black.