A/N: A reviewer of mine made a point to me. I haven't explained Selena. So, this is commemorated to Ulixies October. Thank you.
His Silver Blade: the story of Selena
Chap: 1 Running. I don't know where to, just running.
Selena's P.O.V.
I was running. I don't really know where I'm going, my mind's in too much of a fog to think, I'm just running. If I did let myself think, I'd stop and turn around. I had done something wrong. Terribly wrong. I felt completely guilty for it too.
The orphanage was supposed to be my home. It always was. I never liked it, but at least there was a roof over my head and whatever possessions I had. If I would listen to my head, I'd turn around now and turn myself in. What I had done was an accident, anyway. I wasn't the one who had pulled the trigger. Just thinking about it makes tears come stinging to my eyes.
The headmistress, Ms. Di, was never really KIND to me, per say, but at least she cared enough to take me into the orphanage. My friend, Oliver, on the other hand, never liked her. Heck! He HATED her with every fiber of his being. I guess that's why he bought the gun.
He told me to follow him, and I did so blindly only because he was the only one that accepted me, a little misfit without a Mommy or Daddy at the age of five. Now I'm ten, and I should have known better than to listen to him. He was my only friend, though. I took bullets for him. I was ALWAYS getting in trouble for him. ALWAYS taking the blame for my "friend". Now, because of him, both he AND Ms. Di are dead.
And the whole world thinks that I, Selena, did it.
It's not fair that I have to take this. That I have to be the only suspect because Oliver killed himself. It's just not- "OW!!!!!!!!"
I fell over clutching my leg. It HURT!!!!!!! I think I just broke it. No, I can't! I have to keep running.
Suddenly a shadow loomed over me. It's tall and dark and scary.
"Don't scream," it said in a silky, bitter-sweet voice," I'm here to help."
" You can't help me!" I yelled, still clutching my leg and crying in two different kinds of pain, "Leave me ALONE!!"
"I can make your leg better, if you'll let me," It said. "My name is Chase. Chase Young. What's yours?" He asked as he picked me up.
"S-s-selena," I replied.
Chase picked me up gently, but firmly. Like the way you'd hold a baby. I fell asleep in his arms, somehow knowing that my pain would soon be over and that I would be safe with him.