Just a short chapter to get the story started.
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'This has been the worst day ever' I think to myself. I am walking down the road, pouring rain drenching me. It's dark, I should be home. My feet are sore from my high heels, my new dress hanging limply at my sides.
I try to wipe the mascara out of my eyes as I cross the road. It's no use. I keep walking, trying to hide the fact I still have ages to go. A bright light comes speeding towards me, blinding my already sore eyes. I quickly try to get off the road, tripping awkwardly on my heel. I scream, gasping from the pain that consumes me. The driver screeches to a stop, yelling abuse at me from the open window of his car. Pain screams from my ankle, I try to stand up but I can't. I lay slowly back down on the road, wanting to escape from this horrible nightmare.
I vaguely notice another car pull up, two young men rushing over to me.
"What's going on here?" an English voice questions.
"She is in my bloody way!" answers the man in the car, honking his horn in protest.
The two boys kneel down to me, accessing the problem. I lift my heavy head from the ground, pointing at my ankle. They reach towards it, as I whimper away from their touch. I close my eyes, as the driver honks his horn once again.
"Can't you see she is in pain, you fucking loser!" I hear, angrily from the other guy. His Irish voice holding so much disgust.
One of the boys carefully picks me up, telling me that it is all going to be okay. They walk me off the road to their car, as the other driver quickly speeds past. The bright lights in the inside of the car blind me further, taking a while for them to adjust. The man behind the wheel turns around to see what was going on.
"Paul, can we take her back to our place for a bit? She really needs help."
"Only for a little bit. What's your name love?" The man named Paul asks.
"Elle" I respond, as I fall asleep in my tears.