Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from IaHB.
A/N: I probably shouldn't of put this fic up yet, given that I can't even think of a good title . . . but here it is. Please read and review. I have lost my motivation to write, and maybe no one cares? Maybe I should give up on writing . . . at least for a while.
I greatly appreciate those who have reviewed, and I thank you . . . but some of my stories . . . only received 1 review in total. This upsets me quite a bit because although I know I'm not the best writer, I try. I think reviews will help my writing . . . so please remember to review. It would mean a lot to me!
Thanks Montana Magic for beta-ing this chapter!
I know, I know, this is a really long A/N but, if you guys get a chance, please read "Finding her way" by supergirl and "Old, New, Borrowed, Blue" by Montana Magic. They are good writers and I'm sure they would appreciate some reviews as well!
Sorry if I sound whiny . . . but that's how I feel. Finally, here is the first chapter of my story!
Caitie looked into the poorly lit bathroom mirror. A waning yellow glow was produced from the dim light bulb above. She gingerly ran her fingers over the cut on her check. The tiny droplets of blood had finally dried up stopping the bleeding all together. As her fingers made contact with the cut, she winced in pain.
Caitie turned on the faucet and cold water poured out into the grimy, once white, sink. She wadded together a few paper towels. She allowed the cold water to change the color of the tan paper towel until it was dark brown. She squeezed the excess water from the towel and gently dabbed her cut. The dark red stains once on her cheek were transferred to the wet towel.
Caitie sighed out loud. Even in the poorly lighted bathroom mirror, she knew her appearance was clearly unsightly. She put on her black sweater and shut off the light. Her hand reached for the doorknob when, to her surprise, it began to turn on its own. She stood silently for a moment, as she wondered who stood on the other side of the door.
The crusted silver doorknob turned, and moments later the door opened from the outside.
"What happened?"
Caitie was face to face with her long time best friend. Jamie was dressed in his usual leather jacket and black jeans. He ran his hand through his carefully spiked up hair as he stood outside the gas station bathroom.
Caitie, in a state of shock grew silent.
"What happened?" Jamie asked once again.
Caitie finally managed to open her mouth, without producing any sound. She cleared her throat. She knew this looked bad. She was wearing a black denim skirt with a light blue tank top. Sections of her pale skin were exposed through the holes of her black leggings. Clumps of dirt covered her black platform boots. She hugged herself tightly to keep warm, something her thin black sweater failed to do.
"Caitie. What happened?" Jamie's voice wavered while concern and anger coated his words.
Jamie blocked the exit of the bathroom. She was trapped inside the small dark room. Jamie's hand reached inside and flicked on the light switch. A dim yellow glow filled up the small unkempt gas station bathroom. His face immediately expressed concern as he took in the sight of Caitie. She had a dark red cut on her check. Her face was slightly swollen, from crying or physical contact, he was unsure. She looked fragile and innocent as she stood still, praying silently that he would somehow cease his questioning.
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A/N: Yet another comment from me! If you have a good idea on where the story should go from here, please let me know:)
A/N: I probably shouldn't of put this fic up yet, given that I can't even think of a good title . . . but here it is. Please read and review. I have lost my motivation to write, and maybe no one cares? Maybe I should give up on writing . . . at least for a while.
I greatly appreciate those who have reviewed, and I thank you . . . but some of my stories . . . only received 1 review in total. This upsets me quite a bit because although I know I'm not the best writer, I try. I think reviews will help my writing . . . so please remember to review. It would mean a lot to me!
Thanks Montana Magic for beta-ing this chapter!
I know, I know, this is a really long A/N but, if you guys get a chance, please read "Finding her way" by supergirl and "Old, New, Borrowed, Blue" by Montana Magic. They are good writers and I'm sure they would appreciate some reviews as well!
Sorry if I sound whiny . . . but that's how I feel. Finally, here is the first chapter of my story!
Caitie looked into the poorly lit bathroom mirror. A waning yellow glow was produced from the dim light bulb above. She gingerly ran her fingers over the cut on her check. The tiny droplets of blood had finally dried up stopping the bleeding all together. As her fingers made contact with the cut, she winced in pain.
Caitie turned on the faucet and cold water poured out into the grimy, once white, sink. She wadded together a few paper towels. She allowed the cold water to change the color of the tan paper towel until it was dark brown. She squeezed the excess water from the towel and gently dabbed her cut. The dark red stains once on her cheek were transferred to the wet towel.
Caitie sighed out loud. Even in the poorly lighted bathroom mirror, she knew her appearance was clearly unsightly. She put on her black sweater and shut off the light. Her hand reached for the doorknob when, to her surprise, it began to turn on its own. She stood silently for a moment, as she wondered who stood on the other side of the door.
The crusted silver doorknob turned, and moments later the door opened from the outside.
"What happened?"
Caitie was face to face with her long time best friend. Jamie was dressed in his usual leather jacket and black jeans. He ran his hand through his carefully spiked up hair as he stood outside the gas station bathroom.
Caitie, in a state of shock grew silent.
"What happened?" Jamie asked once again.
Caitie finally managed to open her mouth, without producing any sound. She cleared her throat. She knew this looked bad. She was wearing a black denim skirt with a light blue tank top. Sections of her pale skin were exposed through the holes of her black leggings. Clumps of dirt covered her black platform boots. She hugged herself tightly to keep warm, something her thin black sweater failed to do.
"Caitie. What happened?" Jamie's voice wavered while concern and anger coated his words.
Jamie blocked the exit of the bathroom. She was trapped inside the small dark room. Jamie's hand reached inside and flicked on the light switch. A dim yellow glow filled up the small unkempt gas station bathroom. His face immediately expressed concern as he took in the sight of Caitie. She had a dark red cut on her check. Her face was slightly swollen, from crying or physical contact, he was unsure. She looked fragile and innocent as she stood still, praying silently that he would somehow cease his questioning.
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A/N: Yet another comment from me! If you have a good idea on where the story should go from here, please let me know:)