Note: I do not own the Newsies, just Rose for now.
A/N: This is my first story… ever… and I hope that you good people out there will be kind enough to help me, help you, by informing me on my work; help make it better, or tell me to just completely stop writing before I really embarrass myself! Lol, but for now, enjoy!
Chapter 1:
I don't know how long I laid there in the alley, but every time I would close my eyes, flashes of what happened appeared again and again. I was in and out of consciousness, but either way, I still hurt.
"Oh my God, I'm gonna die, in an alley, like this…! Oh, why didn't I'se jist die wit dem?!"
Mentally slapping myself, I thought,
"No, I'se can't t'ink like dat. I'se gotta live, I'se gotta survive…for dem!"
Concentrating on breathing and staying awake, I came to notice footsteps and cheerful laughter drawing nearer.
"Common', Jack, tell me, how far'd ya get wit Sarah?"
The boy laughed as I heard 'Jack' push him into the alley wall.
"Race, if you'se axes me dat one more time tinight, I'se'll soak ya 'til you'se can't walk! ... Whoa, what's dat?"
The footsteps quickened until I could feel them approaching me.
"Oh my God, Jack, she loiks poitty hoit, what we gonna do?" Race began to panic.
"Awright, awright, gimme a second…"
With my eye lids shut, I still managed to roll my eyes, that thought I was dead or somethin'!
"I'se still alive, ya kno'!" I finally managed to get out after a long silence.
They jumped a little, surprised.
"Oh, t'ank God!" Jack cried relieved; I rolled my eyes again.
A wave of pain shot through me and my whole body jerked and became rigid; almost pulling me under consciousness. Jack's hand closed around my arm to steady me and I ended up screaming in pain. His hand retreated back, along with the rest of him, and Race replaced him. Jack began pacing back and fourth, and Race carefully slide up the sleeves of my dress, if you could call it that. Race gasped softly as burn marks shimmered in the street lamps near the end of the alley.
"I'm sorry about this, miss…" Race whispered to me.
I didn't know what he was talking about, but I didn't want to be called 'miss'. I opened my eyes to find his chocolate brown ones starring into mine.
"Rose." I replied in a raspy voice.
He nodded, "I'm sorry about this, Rose." He repeated.
Suddenly, he swiftly picked me up in his arms; catching me off guard, I had no time to react, or feel.
"Awright, why don't we'se… oh, well dat woiks ta I'se gis…" Jack had just realized what Race did.
"Common', Jack, we'se gotta git hereh ta Kloppman, he'll kno' what ta do!"
I suddenly realized how cold I was, so I buried myself closer into Race's chest.
"We'se betta huirry, she feels like she's hasn' eat'n in weeks."
"What dis dat gotta do wit nothin'?" Jack asked, running up beside Race.
"Well, if she hasn't eat'n, 'n in this state, she could die! Common', Jack, get it together."
"Oh, I knew dat…" Jack stated to himself.
"Sure ya did!" Race muttered softly; despite the current situation, I couldn't help but silently laugh, thinking, "He he, dis Jack kid isn't v'ry broit, now is 'e?"
We ran down street ways and through alleys; Race surprisingly was really careful about moving me, or jerking me around as they jumped over lone crates or slide into different alleyways. My shock was fading and pressure from Race's arms on my body was making me quake in agony. We finally turned into a dim lighten street and the "Newsboys Lodging House" appeared over a doorway of a building. Boys, who were currently outside smoking, looked in our direction at the sound of running footsteps. Feeling the tension in the air, some ran toward us, while others ran inside yelling for… Kloppman... I think they said.
"Common' ya lazy bums, 'elp us!" Race yelled to the upcoming boys. More arms shot out and took hold of me; I was becoming dizzier by the second. I felt us beginning to rise steadily and heard people stumbling behind the large group that was carrying.
"Who're dese bois? Ugh, I'm so confused 'n in so much pain, but I'se gotta stay conscious… even doe sleep sounds mighty nice right now! Wait, why'm I'se boilin' up?"
Before I knew it, I was on a bed with many boys surrounding me; some gasping for breath, others from shock, but Jack and Race both held my hands for comfort and support.
"De's bois actually care 'bout me… I'se gis dis is what a real family feels like. Seriously doe, why dis it feel like I jist caught fiya?"
"Move outa me way, move outa me way! Common', get up, get up and get outa heah!" A man's voice shouted throughout the room, and immediately, everyone started moving toward the door, everyone 'cept Jack and Race.
"Hmm… tsk, tsk, tsk, poor t'ing…" The man said, sympathetically.
"She's 'til livin', Kloppman!" Kloppman looked shocked.
"Really? Wow, good for hereh! Why're you two's 'til heah? I said ta git out!"
"We're da one's dat found 'er, Kloppman, we'se brought 'er heah." Jack informed; I, however, was feelin' like I was on my death bed, and for all I knew I could be.
"Awright, you'se two can stay, but keep outa me way, ya hear?"
They must have nodded because neither one of them left and Kloppman had started to gently look me over, 'tsk'ing every so often. I slightly opened my eyes and saw myself aflame.
"I'm on fiya, I'm on fiya! Put me out, Put me out!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, flames licking my skin.
I flailed my arms and legs in pain as Kloppman rushed out of the room and Jack and Race were trying to calm me down, but really, how am I supposed to calm down if I'm a fire, now come on! Kloppman came back with a syringe in hand, demanding for the boys to keep me still. Jack and Race tried the best they could to hold my arms, shoulders, and legs down as Kloppman struck me in the arm with the needle and pushed down. The fire was put out instantly and I was pulled under into the darkness, away from all the pain.
A/N: Soo... what'cha think?! Good, bad, get off this website now, what? lol I'm tired and sugar high... don't know how that works, but it's happening, ain't it? Well, I'll update when I can, but I hopefully won't take that long to either. Please review!!