Alice, or Ali as she liked to be called, wasn't your typical eighteen year old student living in London She didn't like alcohol, it reminded her of what her mother had become, what she was. She didn't like socializing with her room mates or anyone else. No, her time was spent watching youtube videos, playing her electric guitar, and completing assignments. She wanted to be a radio producer, her dream job. She had many dreams and aspirations. She had one dream, one dream that no one could know about. But some how, it had happened.
Before it happened she neverbelieved it would happen, "its never gonna happen Ali just forget about it" she would repeat to herself. She certainly didn't expect it to happen the way it did.
It was a normal day you see, she was walking home listening to her favorite song - hero of war. What happened next was not expected. It was normal to see the odd chav in London looking you up and down, deciding whether they could steal anything expensive off you, but not a whole group. She didn't notice at first, but a whole group of chavs had gathered around Ali. Lifting her faded violet hair off her shoulders and dropping it. Whispering threats about killing her is she moved an inch. She tried to run, but the next thing she knew she was on the ground clutching on to her phone for dear life. She wasn't holding onto her phone because it was expensive, it was because her secret dream was written on that phone. And no one was to see how lame she was.
Ali, laying on the ground, had caused people to divert their attention towards the scene. A couple of male stall holders had decided to chase the boys away from the crying Ali. She lay there, limp and lifeless. Her once clean coat now splattered with the muddy rain water from the cracks in the spider-webbed concrete slabs. She cried harder now. Going to university in London was suppose to help her forget about her childhood. Instead it had only made the memories more vivid than ever.
Many people had offered to help her up, she refused every time that was until she attempted to stand up. very few people were still gathered around her the others had walked off muttering about how the younger generations are so ungrateful. one voice in particular stood out to her. It was soft, but worried for this stranger that it had never met. She had certainly heard this voice before. She looked up wearily to see who the face behind the voice was. A set of wide hazel eyes were staring back at her. She knew immediately who it was. She watched his videos almost every day. Dan Howell.
"Are you okay? Did they hurt you much? Can you stand up?" He asked as if she were his only priority.
"I'm fine," she lied, while gasping at the sudden pain in her side as if she'd been stabbed.
"Sure. Hospital for you I think"
Reluctantly, she let the stranger she knew so much about take her to New End hospital.