OK! Here's the scoop! I got a review on this story from PurpleandBlackPandas, and they commented that this story has a lot wrong with it, not to mention it isn't very realistic! So here is the rewrite!

Thanks PurpleandBlackPandas for the aaaaaahhhhhmazing review!

Disclaimer: I don't own BVB

Ali's POV

The rain pounded mercilessly on my head as I trudged down the street, my hands shoved into my pockets and my hood thrown over my brown hair. The gray skies perfectly reflected my emotions, dreary and overcast.

With nothing but the clothes on my back and the eyeliner pencil in my pocket, I was pretty bad off. I had no money, no friends, no home, and no family. I had been kicked out of my house five years ago and had been living on the streets ever since. I had to steal, beg, and lie just to get a shower once every few months. I was bone thin; I never got enough to eat. My skin was sallow and unhealthy, stretching over my bones like a thin layer of saran wrap. My green eyes were dull and tired, my hair scraggly and pulled into a sloppy ponytail. All in all, I was looking, or feeling, too great.

Suddenly, I ran into a hard chest. I fell to my butt, throwing my hands out behind me to catch myself. I landed on my butt with an oomph before looking up at who I had run into.

"Sorry sorry! Are you okay?" The guy asked. He was semi short, with black hair that spiked up around his head and hazel eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I muttered, standing back up and putting my hands back into my pockets. "Sorry for running into you." I murmured, walking past him.

"It's cool." He called after me as I walked away. When I finally turned the corner, I let my muscles relax as I took a deep breath. "You're ok, Ali." I whispered to myself as I continued to walk on.

I walked around town for a while. I was downtown when I passed a building that had loud music blaring from it, as well as a beautiful voice.

"A savior will be there

Where you are feeling alone, oh

A savior for all that you do

So you live freely without their harm."

I snuck in, standing towards the back as I watched the band perform. The guy on the guitar looked strangely familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen him. Then it hit me. He was the guy on the street earlier!

I gasped, causing everyone around me to turn to me. I tensed under all of the stares and glared around at everyone angrily. After a few seconds, they turned back to the stage. When I looked back at the stage, the guy on the guitar was looking at me with an unreadable expression. I put my head down and walked back outside, relishing the sweet silence that came with the night.

I looked up at the sky, trying to decide where I wanted to stay the night. As I walked down the street, I looked around for a safe place to sleep.

When I got tired, I just decided to stay the night in an alley way, curling up against the wall and falling asleep immediately.