"Wha- where am I?"
A small creature immediately sat up from her slumber and shot open her eyes to see a very unfamiliar territory - a dark, spooky alley- no place she had ever seen before. The cement ground next to the brick buildings she was surrounded by was edged with a little snow, for it was the dead of winter.
This creature was in fact an imaginary friend created by a human being. She was a small, bright hot pink-colored blob-type thing – round on top and flat underneath. She had big bright, beautiful eyes with long elegant eyelashes, and her name was P!nk. The "I" was stylized to not make her name seem too plain, like the color. She was in fact quite proud of her name. But right now- she was just scared to death.
"Where am I?" she repeated to herself. Her voice was high and sweet, but very cool. "What's going on?"
It was all just a blur- sometime earlier, although she couldn't remember when, something happened. She remembered some screaming, then some louder noises, but the rest was just completely blanked from her memory. She looked down at herself. Some of her body was badly cut and bruised, and she felt serious pain around her ribs. Whatever happened must have been pretty terrible.
But what did it matter? She knew she needed help, and fast, but all she could think about was… her creator, her best friend. She had to be searching for her somewhere.
"Carly!!" she cried out. Her anxious voice echoed off the brick walls that bordered her. "Where are you?"
She tried calling this multiple times without luck.
Tears trickled down P!nk's rose-red cheeks as memories of her and her creator flashed past her confused mind. She tightly grasped a heart-shaped locket dangling from her shivering neck. It was black with stripes going diagonally across it that were the same color as her. It hung from a metal chain patterned black and pink. She snapped a tiny lock on the side of the pendant. It opened to unveil P!nk's favorite photo of her and her creator.
But, there was something P!nk knew she needed to do: search for her beloved friend. So she slowly and quietly slithered down the abandoned lot to the corner of the two buildings it led to. There, she saw a huge urban city with towering buildings topped with snow. The street lights gleamed so brightly it made the dark gray night sky look like summer morning. Directly in front of her was an extremely busy main street with cars that whizzed by her making deafening noises. Some tough-looking people were loitering and some were even drinking by nearby restaurants, so P!nk knew this was not a safe place, wherever it was.
Without thinking, she sprang right up from her somewhat flinched position and raced like lightning down the thin sidewalk of the dangerous city. Occasionally she'd glance to the left or right to check for any signs of familiar territory, but nothing rang a bell. Suddenly on the other side of the street she spotted another lonely road lined with sparkling white snow. Although it still looked unfamiliar, she decided to go for it, so long as it would lead her out of this strange place.
Cautiously looking both ways (the road was now somewhat calmer) she rushed across the street to the road, which led her to a small suburban town - small, average houses along a calm little street. P!nk began to pant tiredly. She was hurt and freezing but she knew she needed to continue her search, so she did.
No luck.
Her journey began at that point and ended just before sunrise. She traveled for miles and miles of unfamiliar territory to lead her right to nowhere. Exhausted, she spun around and nearly collapsed to the cement ground, but a glass windowpane on a small building broke her fall. She slid down to a sitting position as she panted heavily and shivered. She looked down at her still aching, but now even worse, body. It was still severely scarred and bruised, but now the bottom tips of her "feet" were purple, frostbitten by the icy grounds. She sulked even lower and closed her droopy and weary eyes. Her first intention was that she was going to die, when she heard a kind female voice from somewhere:
"…come to Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends, where good ideas are not forgotten!"
P!nk's big eyes burst open as she quickly turned around. All along, she had been leaning on one of those store windows holding dozens of powered TVs. On them she noticed a huge, colorful Victorian mansion the voice she heard had mentioned.
"Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends?" P!nk repeated to herself. "Yes!! Oh, yes!!"
Completely ignoring her terrible pain, she bounced up and down excitedly; she couldn't believe her luck. She could stay and be cared for at that place, then her owner could come and re-adopt her when she could contact her. It was perfect. She forgot all her troubles and sprang into action. Memorizing the address the girl on TV had mentioned earlier, she tore down the snow-covered road. Now she was no longer afraid, because she knew where she was finally going – home.
Ok! Yeah! I thought of P!nk and decided it just had to be made into a story. Of course my name isn't really Carly, I just like the name. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, so R&R and Chapter 2 will be up!