My first fic. Thank you for reading and sorry for it being so short. I'll make sure the next chapter is longer
Please review, I'm still not sure about this story but its been in my head for a while now and I just wanted to share it.
It hurts like it should but I'll be okay I'm going numb. This unforgiving city, its darkest places are my home and my hell. I finally left, I did it but I couldn't leave without some kind of punishment, I'm already weak but I still find enough strength and stumble along the sidewalk the best I can. No one looks at me, they avoid eye contact whatsoever. Breathing is starting to hurt, my lungs are going cold, and I half drag myself into a dark alley. I glance from the spot where I lay I watch as people walk by, of course they won't help I'm some unknown lowly girl in an alleyway. I bet this time tomorrow I'll be all over the news as the freakish looking girl found dead. I wait for my peaceful death in the snow; I continue watching the people passing by. I envy them, they have families and friends. I see them laughing, joking I can't remember the last time I laughed like them. I want to cry but it seems like I can't anymore. Eventually the streets go quiet and all the people have gone back to their warm inviting homes. In the distance I could hear sirens wailing out to save the day. I wonder if Batman is out there. Maybe he'll see me and rescue me. I doubt it; he has more important things to attend to them some unknown dying girl. Time passes by and the snow is already piled on me, but I can't tell if I'm cold. I start to feel sleepy, it's coming soon. Then I hear, light footsteps walk up to me from behind. I have no strength to look behind to see who it is but it doesn't matter I'll be gone soon and it won't matter. I brace myself for whatever this persons going to do to me but instead a black blanket covers me, no, not a blanket a leather jacket. A woman walks in front of me, I am only vaguely aware what she's wearing isn't considered normal, since it's a black cat suit. But what I remember the most was her eyes. Her bright green eyes and the look she had. It wasn't pity or shunning it was like seeing in a mirror, like she understood me. My face grows warm and I feel fresh tears rolling down my face, I let out a soft sob. She kneels down and takes my hand; I scream all my pain through my tears. I wanted to be in her arms and let go of all my worries, I wanted to tell her everything all the bad, and even the little good I've experienced.
"I don't want to die" I whisper harshly.
"My name is Selena. I'll take care of you I promise"
My life changed that day, I was no longer along anymore, and I had a family. But I also walked into a dangerous life style following my new family, my savior, my mentor. Selena Kyle.
Two years, two long years, two years of relief since that day in the alley. I've changed drastically. My once deathly white skin now had a slight tan and glowing. However my freakish looks still haunt me. I hate my hair most of all, as white as the fresh snow that covered me years ago. I have it cropped short, makes it easier to wear my wig. Along with my hair are my eyes, left blue, right brown, my eyes are what scare people the most they all avoid them but I don't mind, I'm use to it. I love my eyes however, it's unique like me. I look on my blue side, and gaze at my ear. Ever since I could remember I had always been deaf in this ear, but now I have a hearing aid which put off people even more, they tend to stare when they see my hearing aid. To put people at some kind of ease around me I always wear long wigs, my favorite it my long black one with bands cut just above my eyes. Yes, I'll wear this one, with my pink dress, black stocking and pink pumps, Selena will be pleased. I gaze once more over my face, makeups done but no contacts, no; I love my eyes because I'm unique.
