Snow White in Blue Jeans
"Children are the only people who see ture deep inside our souls, tell the good from the evil. Childhood is a land where evil can never survive, childhood is just a state of mind."
-firelove57

The rain poored down in heavy drops, landing everywhere around me. I ran as fast as I could, passing grown ups with odd expressions on their faces as I pushed through.

The dark sky made it even harder to find my way away from him. I could still heard his mean, cruel words being screamed at me. My fathers hand making contact with my pale cold face, telling me to get out.

I didn't even know what out was, my six years of life was spent in my small room beneath my house. Father said no one should know of me because shit doesn't deserve to recognized.

Once my father throw me out the door, slaming it after calling me a name I didn't understand, I started running. Whipping away the blood that was splattered on my face as I went. I didn't know where I was, but this wet dark world had to be better then my home.

I slowed, realizing I ran far enough that my father won't find me, and turned the corner into the alley between two very tall buildings. I slumped down next to a dumpster and pulled my legs to my chest.
Questions ran through my head at the speed of light, almost making me start to cry again. Was I going to be okay? Was Daddy going to find me?

I flinched at the word daddy, remembering what happened when I called him that. The scar on my tummy showed that it had been a horrible mistake.

I started to cry, not feeling the tears since my face was drenched in sweat, blood, and rain. I don't know how long I stayed like that, but the rain stopped long enough for me to feel my own tears.

A slamming noise caught my attention, making me flinch back into the dumpster.

The couple slowing stumbled into the alley, the lady hanging onto the man and laughing at something he said. I couldn't see their faces, but something about them screamed beautiful to me.

I knew the lady was drunk, father walked and talked that way when he had some drinks in him. That was when the bad things started to happen.

I watched carefully, afraid these people could be like father.

But they, no he, wasn't. The man lead the lady towards the wall opposite of me. He pushed her up agaist it, and started kissing her all over.

I had a direct view of them, but somehow they still haven't seen me.

"Kim, you smell delicious. Mind if I have a taste?" His voice was smooth.

The lady giggled, "Taste all you want, but it will cost you. It all depends on what you want. I don't give myself for free, ya know? For five-hundred I'll give you the best night of your life." She pressed herself to him.

"Oh, I won't be paying for anything." He pushed the lady more into the wall. "And I would never sleep with someone like you."

Something in the lady's head clicked and she tried to get away, tired very hard. But the man was to strong, and pushed her back to the wall. The lady began to cry, begging to be let go.

The man just hushed her, "It's okay, it's alright. It will only hurt a second."
And thats when he bite her neck, sucking and drinking her blood from her lean body, holding her tightly to him.

She didn't scream, or continue crying anymore, but starred off into space. Begging for a savor.
I gasped, regretting it quickly after. The man stopped eating away at the women, and turned in my deriction. His eyes cought mine, starring with so much force I couldn't think of anything else but the blue specks in his red eyes.
He dropped the women to the wet floor, and started slowly walking towards me. Hunger in his eyes.

"Hello, Princess."