Worthless
Walking home from the metro bus stop was tiring, especially for a 19-year-old girl named Angela. Today was hard for her, going to college and then working a job that wouldn't pay her enough to be able to move out of her parent's house. However, everyday was like that, and it only got worse. Stumbling on the tiniest pebble in the road, she came to the driveway of her torturous home. "Miss?" A woman's voice came from the street. Angela walked over and found a black haired woman in any SUV.
"Yeah?"
"I was wondering if you could tell me where I could find house 13641?" The woman asked from the window.
"Why would you want to know?" Angela asked a little stubbornly.
"I have something to give a Ms. Smith in person."
"I'm sorry to say that you are too late. Everyone is…"
"What do you mean?"
"I knew her. She was creative, nice, but a real ass-kicker if need be. She loved writing stories and playing her guitar. But it all changed a few years ago. She couldn't write a single sentence of a story, she couldn't even strum a single chord of her guitar." A tear went down Angela's face but she soon wiped it off and told the woman in a tone that was full of angry towards herself not the woman. "She's gone, locked away in a life she doesn't want."
"I'm sorry, but thanks for the help anyway." The woman drove off not even caring. Angela watched the car until it was out of sight, then headed up her driveway, and walked into a house with the sign that said, 'Smith's house 13641 Benson Drive.' However, what Angela Smith didn't know was that she was being watched by a figure in the bushes that had listened and had watched the scene before.
"Damn it Angela Smith get your ass over here and help with dinner!" A woman yelled from the kitchen.
Angela walked into the kitchen with a book in her hands. "I can't mom I have a big test tomorrow and I really need to study for it."
However, her mother looked at the book and asked, "Why do you even try?" Angela looked at her mother with a confused look. Only to have her grab the book from her hands, throw it into the tomato sauce that was going to go with dinner. "Why in the HELL do you try so hard, when we all know that you will never succeed at anything?"
"Mom!"
"You are worthless. How can you even live with yourself? You are NOTHING! You are WORTHLESS!"
Angela ran out of the house, and down the road. She couldn't believe her mom had said those things. How could she? She was her own daughter, and she didn't even have faith in her. Tears fell from her eyes. She couldn't stop them just as she couldn't stop her feet from carrying her out the door and into this darkness. Into this loneliness. In spite of all of this, her feet did stop when she was blinded by a bright light. It wasn't a car light it was something else. She even tried to cover her eyes but she still couldn't see what was making the light. "Stay where you are!" A robot sounding voice came from the light. However, Angela's mind was telling her to run, so slowly she took a step back. "Stay where you are!" Walking back wards, she turned and came face to face with a man with brown hair and brown eyes. "Get away from her!" The robot voice sounded from behind her. However, he didn't step away from her instead, he just pulled her away. "Fire!"
Angela, however, never expected the man to turn his back to them and hold her in his arms. She felt something hit him and when she looked up his face showed pain. Being surrounded by blue light didn't faze Angela as she continued to watch the man holding her die. They landed in what looked like a morgue, as Angela held on to him as he fell to the floor. He didn't make a sound he just continued to stare at her as she stared at him. She watched as his eyes closed and he died. Becoming even more scared then she was before. She stood up and looked around, there were two doors one that said Exit and the other said nothing. Taking a step away from the man, she looked down at her hands and found blood covering them. Not knowing what to do, she started to take a step towards the door that said exit. When something grabbed her leg. Screaming she turned around and found that the man that had been dead was now living and breathing. Pulling herself out of his grip she ran out the room and into a street, covered in people wearing shorts and tack tops, however, the weather was raining cats and dogs.
Angela let her feet carry her away again, she found herself running into an alley to find strong arms wrap their way around her. She fought and screamed but the person never let go. Looking at who was holding her she found the man that had saved her before. "It's going to be okay. You are safe here." He told her but she still fought.
They were soaking wet but that didn't stop Angela from saying, "I watched you die. You are dead."
"No I'm not. I can't die, trust me on this." He looked down at her, and their eyes caught each other's again and he whispered, "Please." Angela didn't know why but somehow she trusted him. "Come back with me, you are safe there." All she could do was nod and in response, she watched as a smile appeared on his face. Taking a step out of the alley, Angela's legs gave out, from the stress of running so much and not resting. She didn't hit the ground because he had grabbed her around the waist. Picking her up bridal style he carried her back the way that they came.
He, however, never expected her to say, "Why did you help me? Why are you trying to keep me safe?"
"Why would I not want to protect you?" He told her, but her response was even more painful then the shoot that he had taken to save her.
"Because I'm worth—"
"You are not worthless! You could never be worthless. You are more special then you think."
Silence came between them as he took her to the place that he said was safe. Angela was getting tired by the minute but before the blackness could cover her sight, she asked one last question. "What's your name?"
"Jack Harkness, Captain Jack Harkness."
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