Black hair waved down a young maidens back. It fluttered as the wind pulled on it making the ends of her hair fly along with it. At the very tips of her hair were silver and white highlights. Her hands and arms went up and around herself to give warmth on this cold, dark night. The flickering lights were just begging her to walk down the alleys and to see what goes bump in the night. She paid no heed and continued her walk home. She felt lost, cold, and alone. What great feelings for someone so small. She looked around but only to see a few drunken men walking down alleys where she heard screaming and laughter from them and she trembled walking to the park. As she walked past, they whistled and did everything they could from where they were standing to get her to look at them. She still didn't even after they threw a glass bottle and her but she swiftly moved out of the way. She started getting uncomfortable. She squeezed her black jacket to her slim yet fit body. She thought maybe that would bring some strange amount of comfort, and in which it did, but very little. At least it helped this easily frightened, shy, loving and carefree teenager. She ended up zipping the coat up more covering most of her red shirt with a black dragon on it in lace. The wind then brutally flung hair in her face and her soft and gentle hands combed it back with her fingernails, revealing bright ice blue eyes. Her jeans were tattered and torn showing some of her pale skin but not too much. Under those small pairs of jeans rests two black vans with red stripes going up them. They made a click noise as she walked. Her name? Angel, the one who had just turned 18 yesterday evening. Angel started to jog forward. Her hair twittered, and twined as it fluttered in the calming yet chilling winds. She saw a rusted old park up ahead, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of protection there. She went over and gripped one of the metal bars for dear life, fearing the dark. She combed her hair back with her long fingernails, revealing bright ice blue eyes. Her jeans were tattered and torn showing some of her pale skin but not too much. Under those small pairs of jeans rests two black vans with red stripes going up them. They made a click noise as she walked. Her name? Angel, the one who had just turned 18 yesterday evening. Angel started to jog forward. Her hair twittered, and twined as it fluttered in the calming yet chilling winds. She saw a rusted old park up ahead, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of protection there. She went over and gripped one of the metal bars for dear life, fearing the dark. She went into the rusted old park. While she was in there, she saw a young man sitting there by himself on one of the icy bench. He was shivering, his body was forever cold. He turned slowly, Shon's blood red eyes darted towards Angel. The white fire pain ran threw his blood veins. He stood up and walked closer. "No!", Shon yelped covering his ears. Shon's natural short blue hair fell slightly on his pale face. Shon looked like a eighteen year old but the fact was, he was now turning thirty. She asked him "are you ok?" He just sat there and said nothing. As she turned to walk away, he grab her arm. As she tryed to pulled away, his grip kept getting harder and harder.