A/N:This is my third story about Margaret. For those who dont know, Margaret is a young child who lived in New York during the Industrial Revolution. In this story she is a few years older, about 13. Im not sure this one can stand alone like the others, so be aware that if you are reading this, there may be some confusion. I ask all readers to please review what I have written. And if you dont like the story, then tell me why, no flames. I hope you enjoy it!
Also, chapters may be short for the time being.
The shadows surrounded me, smothering me, sucking the oxygen from my lungs and damning my vision. I could feel them, their slick fingers running along my cheek, scratching cold nails through my skin. Everywhere, every place, I could not escape them.
" Glorfindel!" I cried in a fruitless, agonized scream.
It was no use, there was no way he could hear me. Things blurred, and another shadow passed over me. Everything I knew disappeared. It floated away on the black cloud of smoke that touch beauty and turned it evil. I was doomed.
"This way," she said dragging my hand along, " Come Margaret, I have found you a place to rest."
I looked up at Ma, not sure why I was here. Why she was here. I remember this. I was three or was supposed to be. It was a cold winters eve, and Ma was trying to find a warm place to stay for the night. But I was three. I was supposed to be three. What was going on?
I followed her through the dark streets and watched as the rats scuttled by. My feet were hurting and my throat felt rough with sickness. I could not move my hands, they were frozen. My breath came out in a kind of white air, like when a smoker blows out from a drag of his pipe.
This was a hard night to endure, I remember. Just as we reached an alley with an old couch, the one I knew we would sleep on, everything again faded away.
Things were changing fast. My head pounded with pain, and again the shadows returned. A thousand knives plunged into my temple, threatening to rip apart all that was attached to my face. A horrible thought went through my head. I was going to die.
A/N: Short chapter I know. Next one should be up soon. No later than a week, as usual. I also will need a beta for a few chapters of this story. Anyone : ) One last thing, I still cant figure out why the contraction marks wont stay when I upload the file. Does anyone know why?
