The yells echoed on the quiet street. The houses were nothing to look at, the neighborhood was all quite simple, red brick houses with dark roofing, every few windows and a big white door. Every house on the block had the same floor plan 2 bedrooms 1 bathroom, 1 kitchen and dinning room. But still the Foster home had 4 foster children, 2 of their own children then of course the foster parents. All of a sudden the screaming and yells stop, all was clam. Not but 5 seconds later a huge "bam" then another and then another. Then the silence was back. Non of the neighbors payed any attention to the noise for it happened quite regularly, but for one girl they happen to often. A huge Slam came from the house and that one girl was running out the door.

She couldn't be more then 16 at most. Her dark brown hair flew behind her as she sprinted down the street and around the corner. It was almost dark and the sun was setting in the west. The dark red in the sky reflected in her sky blue eyes as she ran. She was about 5' 6" but very lanky due to the poor eating habits of her foster parents.

"Anything to get away, anything to get away from them." She panted as she ran past another block ignoring the car horn that honked at her as she ran through the intersection.

"Can't stop." She repeated in her head, "Can't stop."

She lost her parents when she was three. She watch them die in a car accident with her in the back seat in her car seat. The blood running down their heads, she knew they were gone. With both of her parents being only children and her grandparents dead and no legal guardians, she was sent to the foster care system in Chicago.

The sun glared in her eyes sweating pouring from her forehead, she went to wipe it away, but when she pulled her hand down and wiped it on her over sized shirt she noticed her hand as well as the shirt was red.

The girl snorted, "That can't be to good," but she never stopped running. She was slowing down fast, her sight was blurring and she was becoming light headed and then she stopped where ever she was. She looked towards the setting sun just peaking through some very tall downtown Chicago buildings. Then suddenly she blacked out in the middle of the street collapsing, missing the bright lights of car head lights, the loud car horns going off, the screech of car breaks and the slam of a car door.

Luka left his apartment early with the thought that he was needed at the hospital before his shifted actually started. So he got in the car and left, turning on some soft piano sonata on the radio. His thoughts traveled to what happened over the last year. Him and Abby were dating still, but she had lost the baby. She was depressed for a good couple of months, the hospital even gave her two months off due to the trauma she endured. Luka had convinced her to move into his apartment at this time to "keep an eye on her". Soon she came to realise that she loved it at Luka's and it felt like home to her, so she sold her old apartment put her old stuff in storage and moved in with Luka. He loved having Abby at his place, where ever she was he wanted to be.

Luka sighed as he turned the corner. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a girl running full force on the side walk. He looked up at the light and notice it was green he slammed on the brakes just as she run into the cross walk. Suddenly, she stopped right in front of his car. She looked past him, he glanced in his review mirror to see the setting sun quickly he turned his gaze back to the girl. She had a huge cut on her forehead that was bleeding down her face, then a huge gash in her right arm that was flowing and dripping from her hand.

He looked into her eyes, she seem to be out of it, a deer in the head lights sort of look. Her eye lids began to sag, that was when Luka jumped out of his car and slammed the door. Then she fell to the ground, collapsing in a pile. Car horns were going off, people screaming, dogs barking.

The sun had set on that busy intersection.