Rain splattered against the rooftop like tears fallen from angels eyes. Pain seeps out of her heart to fill her body with cold. She doesn't know what to do anymore her family is gone. She doesn't know where to turn, all she sees is memories. The echo of a once happy life playing in front of her. Alone. A word she never truly understood till that dreadful day. The day she lost everything.
Ana jolted awake heart squeezing painfully, remembering the last night she spent in her old home. She rubs quickly at the falling tears with her fists.
'Crap it hurts. The pain won't leave me alone.'
Closing her eyes the twenty year old sighs and pictures that horrible night five months ago.
Thunder clashes as a petite woman sits watching a horror marathon waiting for her family to return from dinner. Sneezing into her tissue the girl looks at the time. 8:30. 'Theyshould'vebeen homeawhileago.' Another clash of thunder and a powerful wind made an ominous feeling grow in her. As she reached for the phone to call her mom the doorbell rang. After a glance at the phone she gets up with her blanket wrapped around her and heads to the door. Opening it a sudden strike of lightening outlinesshows the shadow of two large men on the porch. Startled she reaches for the nearest weapon which was an umbrella. Wielding it like a sword she eyes the shadows and growls at them. "Who are you? Why are you here?" In a quick movement she flicks the porch light on. On the porch stood two solem looking policemen. Dread filling her heart she looks between the two policemen trying to figure out their motives. One of the policemen's face cracked to look sorrowful. "Are you Anastasia Forester?" Nodding she takes a step back taking in the saddened faces of the policemen.
"What can I do for you?" She asks wearily.
Looking at each other the policemen seem to silently converse a nod seems to decide the silent conversation and the younger cop steps forward and smiles sadly.
"May we come in and talk?" Nodding slowly Ana leads the policemen to the living room to sit down. With a small cough the policemen begins to speak. "We are sorry to inform you that your parents died tonight in a traffic accident. Sadly there was nothing anyone could do."
Tears filled her eyes as she asked them "Why?" She tried to stand up but fell to her knees. Lightening and thunder seemed to increase as if sensing her despair. The younger cop gently lifted her from her knees to set her on the couch. Finally it all hit her everything she ever knew was gone. Sobs rack her petite frame as the storm continues ravaging the world outside as if it was sharing in and expressing her pain to the world.
Rubbing more tears away she gets up to begin her new life in a new place. Raising her head up she heads to her iPod and switches "Stronger" by Kelly Clarkson on and tries to shake her sadness off. She dances her way to the bathroom slowly shaking her depression and putting on her strong face. Glancing at the mirror she witnesses her horrible state; auburn-brown hair a rat's nest and hazel eyes red and puffy from crying. Cringing she sets up the shower and waits for it to warm up while she sings along to the random songs coming out of her iPod's speakers. After the desperately needed shower she puts on a pair of well used jeans faded on the knees and thighs from washing and sun exposure and a deep forest green T-shirt. Glancing in the mirrow again to make sure she doesn't look like the walking dead anymore she sets off. She leaves her apartment in the narrows and heads away on foot to go job searching in one of the most dangerous and corrupt cities in the world Gotham.