The red truck sped down the street, not noticing the young twin girls who stood frozen in the middle of the road. With a hard push, the younger twin pushed her sister out of the trucks monstrous path. Not having time to get out of the way, the truck hit the younger twin, throwing her across the road.
"Lilly!"
Brooklyn shot out of bed, salty tears staining her pale skin. Her hand immediately clutched her necklace, fingers locking around the old charm.
"Lilly." she whispered, remembering her twin sister who had passed away eleven years earlier.
Looking at the clock, Brooklyn sighed. She ran her fingers through her dyed blue hair, failing to brush out the tangles that were a result of her restless sleep.
Deciding it was time to stop wallowing and actually do something useful for the day, Brooklyn got out of bed and hopped in the shower, not having the money to be able to let it warm up first.
After she had showered and dressed, Brooklyn headed to her shift at a diner called Marie's, the only place that had accepted her application with her being a high school dropout.
After working her ass off for eight hours, Brooklyn headed home. Though her dingy apartment being a suitable home is debatable.
Walking through the deserted alleyways on the bad side of New York isn't the smartest idea, but Brooklyn had no choice. Since she hadn't finished her education and certainly didn't have the money to go to college, living on this side of the city was her only choice unless she wanted to be homeless. And though she didn't live like a princess, it was better than nothing.
The sound of rain softly hitting the ground drew Brooklyn back to her senses. It had started raining and she still had a couple more blocks to walk until she was home.
Quickening her pace, Brooklyn walked into an alley between a pharmacy and a pizzeria so she could go through a shortcut. A couple seconds later, when she started hearing wolf whistles and cat calls, she realized turning down the dark alley was her fist mistake. Knowing it was too late to turn around, Brooklyn sucked it up, hoped she wouldn't piss her pants, and kept walking. That was her second mistake. And then, when the men came into view, and asked her why she was walking away, and she flipped them off, she realized that was possibly her final mistake.
The men had quickly surrounded her, one pushing her against the rough brick wall, while the others went through her purse. The man started groping her breasts as tears clouded her vision.
This is it, Brooklyn thought, this is how I end. Not by some heroic action, not by a stupid illness. No, I'm going to die while being humiliated in front of three assholes who have nothing better to do than ruining young girls' lives.
The man started to rip her clothing and the men who had gone through her purse had gotten agitated when they found nothing other than five bucks and a couple of pill bottles for her many mental disorders.
Taking out their flimsy gun, they aimed it at her head in a hope that she would cough up more money. But Brooklyn had no more money. She was basically broke, the only money she got was $1.97 an hour and whatever she had gotten as tips that day.
She let out a strangled cry as one of the men punched her in the gut, giving the man that her against the wall a chance to push his tongue down her throat.
Out of nowhere, Brooklyn heard a soft wishing sound as an arrow flew through the air and struck one of the men in the back. Two more arrows followed that one and lodged themselves in the other men.
She saw a man walk down the alley, bow in hand, and she heard one last thing before she fell unconscious.
"Caw caw, mother fuckers."