Alright! I was told my original story, I'm not normal, was too mary-sueish! So I will change it now. Maybe that's why I haven't gotten many reviews. Huh. Well, here it goes!
I hid in the dark. She was coming for me. I had to get away but I knew I couldn't. God, please help me, I prayed.
"Allie! Where are you? I have a surprise for you!" she said in a sing-song voice. I shivered. She always said that. So far I haven't liked her 'surprises' very much.
Now I should probably introduce myself. My name is Allie Holt and the woman chasing me is my mother. I don't care what you think, I hate her. She was never really my mother. She never loved me. My father had raped her to get me and now she took her anger out on me.
"Answer me, Allison Arias Holt! If you don't, it will be ten times harder this time!" I flinched.
"What do you want?" I cried. She walked in to the dark room and turned the light on. There she stood, a pale woman with stringy, limp, brown hair that stuck to her head in clumps. Her eyes seemed too big for her head and her lips stood out like black in a white room.
"Oh, Allie, all I want is to give you want what you deserve. Haven't I told you this before?" There was that bitter sweet voice again. I cried out as she grabbed my arm. She beat me with everything around her.
I curled up in a ball and cried. Why? Why me? I thought. She beat me harder and tried to pry me out of the safe position I was in.
I tried to get away but I couldn't. Her grip was strong and she held me by my skinny wrists. I could go into full details of my beating but I won't. I'll just tell you that I managed to get away.
I raced down the street. I wouldn't turn around. I wouldn't. No, she would never see me again. Tears streamed down my face. I ran down the streets of New York City and wasn't surprised when I finally ran into someone.
"Oof!"
We fell down on the cold sidewalk. I immediately scrambled to my feet. I looked at the person in fear. (Yes, fear. Well, you would too if you were running from some psychotic mother!) He was a boy about my age (13) and had black hair with matching eyes. He was very pale and wore all black clothing.
"Watch where you're going!" he yelped. I rolled my eyes, forgetting my fears.
"Hey, you're just as at fault as I am! You watch where you're going!" I said. He stared at me. Finally he shook his head in disgust and started to turn around.
But as he did, some big, hairy monster tackled him. He yelled and jumped up. He was holding a black dagger and immediately I stepped back. I had had too much experience with daggers and knifes.
He killed the thing and I watched as he cursed in a different language. For some strange reason, I understood him.
"Gods, why do they always come to me? I mean what have I ever done?" he said in the different language.
"Well, for one, you run into young girls and blame it on them and then curse. I think that would really help with monsters showing up," I pointed out. He looked up at me in surprise.
"Wait; how did you understand that?"
"I don't know. I just did." He looked at me for a second and then grabbed my arm. I tried to pull away but his grip was stronger than my mom's. He dragged me to the middle of nowhere and took me inside a strawberry farm.
"Where are you taking me? I don't even know your name!" I yelled trying to break free.
He sighed and said, "My name is Nico. Nico di Angelo, and I'm taking you somewhere safe."
For those of you who are too stupid to understand, Nico has now made it in the story. I have changed it because I wasn't getting many reviews but lots of people reading it. I was told it was very mary sueish so I decided to change it.
Anyways, R&R PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU!
