A teenage girl stumbled through the streets of Central

A teenage girl stumbled through the streets of Central. She was covered in bruises and wore tattered clothing. The girl had long blonde hair and dull blue eyes. There was nothingness in her eyes. In her hand was a small dagger. She stumbled past cursing drunks, shoving them aside without knowing. Her dull eyes stared bleakly at the ground.

I have no name.

"Move aside, trash." A drunken man slurred.

Is that what I'm called? Trash? It sounds suitable.

The girl walked on into the main streets of central. It was late at night, and there were only people inhabiting the streets. She felt a sharp pain in her shoulder as something knocked her to the ground.

"Oh, sorry!" a high pitched voice said.

"Common, Al!" a slightly deeper voice called.

The girl looked up to see a towering suit of armor. The armor looked down and saw bleak blue eyes.

"Do you need help up?" the armor asked as it offered her its hand.

"Al, common!!" the voice from earlier called.

The girl looked wearily to see a short teenaged boy with blonde hair pulled into a braid came running up.

"You better go."

The armor and the boy looked to the girl.

"What?" the boy asked.

"Go! Leave me alone!" she yelled with a hoarse voice.

They brothers looked at each other, then her, and took off.

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"Brother, I think there was something wrong with her." Al said worriedly.

"Al, I'm sure she was fine. Besides it's none of our business." Ed responded.

Al looked back to find the girl was gone.

"Al, don't worry about her. Common." Ed said once more.

He turned around to see Al running back in the direction they came from. Ed sighed as he ran after his younger brother. He watched as his brother turned into an alley. Ed followed him and stepped in front of his brother. He stared in shock as he saw the girl from earlier, dead. She had the knife from earlier in her right hand and a big gash on her throat.

"Al." Ed said to his brother.

"What happened to her, brother?" Al asked.

Al looked to his elder brother as Ed looked down.

"She… she killed herself, Al. She slit her own throat." He said shakily.

Al looked to the girl, then back.

"Why? Why would she do that brother?"

Ed shook his head.

"I don't know, Al." he replied.

They stood there in silence for a while, not saying a word. After a while, they started to leave the alley. As they left Al turned around to see something he hadn't earlier on her face. A smile.

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One of my darker fan-fictions. Please reply.