Chapter 1

The night's wind was biting through my veins as I was running through the town of London, unable to find my place… The sky was as black as the ink and no star could be seen. This December day was suddenly to become from joyful to sad.

I was running and running… Honestly I couldn't think of a place in which I should stop. I think I didn't even want to stop. I wanted to run all my problems away and as the wind blowed once more, I found myself falling onto the street's ground.

I rolled up to see the sky better… Ah~London! Such a beautiful view during the day and such a depressing place at night. In the corner of my eye I could see a broken window that was dangling open along with the air. It creaked like a gorgeous haunting song. London~the house of Queen, nobility and most important – the poor and downtrod. I knew I was part both of the first and the last class mentioned.

I stood up and tried to gather my thoughts, scattered on the ground along with my sweat. Looking at my arms, I observed that my plams were full of dirt and water. The sleeves were also dirty and wrecked. Why was I running again? Oh… yes… I remember now… Great.

I looked at the other side of the street. I could see the London Bridge. Perfect. This is the perfect place. I started walking towards it. I knew what I had to do. As my body moved closer to the rocky path of the bridge, I examinated my breath. Fearfull. Unstoppable. Shattered. All these things were the perfect ways to describe the feelings rolling inside of me.

I stepped on it. At the other end, under the pavement, was something hidden. Of course I knoew that because I hid it there.

I lifted a part of the pavement and revealed a small sack. It was full of soil… I rapidly searched thorugh it and finally found the two objects that I was looking for. Firstly came out a piece of old paper. Several words and phrases were written on it. Still, I could only manage to read those three words that haunted me since I was a child: "God doesn't exist".

I wanted to hold the other object inside the sack. My fingers came across something made of metal., heavy and sculpted here and there. I lifted up. This was the night. I knew it. I knew that this day would come sooner or later. I remember why I ran away:

The fear of doing something wrong, the multiple times I sold myself for that little amount of money to keep me alive, the way those people looked at me as the were burning my back with iron, how lonely I felt all these years, how even love deceived me… And still, people knew me as "the happy girl", unaware of my secret life and sorrow.

Nobody knew how I felt… No… Not nobody… He… He knew. He knew all along and still decided to be with me. He accepted my secret life and cherished our life together. I was finally picked up from the dirty streets of London and able to meet even the Queen! But… But… How all the nice fairytales should be, mine finished too.

I remember… Coming home from "work" and finding him, drunk, with one of my co-workers… I couldn't stand it. Why God, why did you do this to me!? This iron thinghy… I used it one time to end my beloved's life. Maybe if I use it too we will meet again and be able to apologise… No, I bet he is in heaven right now… But I… I…

Hmpf… Whatever. Let's get this done. I am not afraid anymore. I am not afraid of closing my eyes. I am not afraid of pain and humiliation. I will be free. I will finally be able to see the sky cleared and breathe the fresh air of the morning without anyone asking m e to do otherwise. I will be FREE!

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The town of London was covered with a weird noise. In the night of celebrating Christ's Birth, a gunshot was heard in the distance. The sky suddenly shuttered and few snowflakes started covering the face of the once known as "Amelie Thorney" or, as the gentlemen would know her, Rose Anne-Marie.

A few moments after the incident, the blood surrounding Amelie's wavy hazel hair was disturbed by a man's shoes. He picked her up, gently and carefully, and looked at the snow falling on her closed eyes. The wind blowed some strands of hair away from her face, revealing the pale cheeks, once filled with the fire of life.

"I never thought that my job would ever include taking care of this… I have more important thing to do than other people's business… I will let him know my opinion about this and give him extra paperwork for this disrespectful manner of ignoring the tasks…"

The air was as cold as the man's green eyes, and the city of London as stiff and dark as the frames of his glasses. He turned slowly around as about to leave when…

"Williaaaaaaaaaaaaam! My, my, you are running away from me?" said a voice that the fisrt man was so familiar with.

"Mr. Sutcliff, I do not recall being my business to do you job… Now, if you exceuse me…"

"Awww… Will, you are always sooo stiff!" said the voice once more.

Another man, with long, red hair approached the man with black frames.

"If you took your time to search for me, then here – take this and take it to the dispatch" said tha man named William, handing over to the redhead Amelie's body.

"W… What? But… I wanted to stay with you… Nd maybe stargazing toghe…"

"No."

"Oh, come on, you always do this!"

"I would very much appreciate if you would take care of taking that thing to the dispatch and then returning to taking care of your own business, Mr. Sutcliff."

"But…"

William turned around to face the crimson haired man.

"Listen to me. I will not tolerate another duty being slacked off! I will let the headmasters hear about it next time."

"Fine… But… UGH! SHE IS COVERED IN BLOOD! SHE WILL RUIN MY OUTFIT!"

"Don't complain. Now go."

"Pshh…"

And with a high jump, the man named by the other "Mr. Sutcliff" jumped on one of the London's roofs and was not seen again.

Now alone, William fixed his frames on his nose. He took out a little notebook and with a small pancil that was inside of it, he started searching through a list of names. Near the "Amelie Thorney", he stopped and wrote "COLLECTED". He gave out a troubled sigh and started walking away just like he came the first time, leaving behind a pool of blood.

He took another step and accidentally kicked something with the foot. It was a gun. He lifted it up and put it inside of his pockets. Around the trigger was wrapped the paper on which was written "God doesn't exist".

"Hm… well this should be an interesting subject. I will personally take care to do its job as good as possible."

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The snow was falling on my face. Before passing out into the land of souls, I could hear one last thing: "SHE WILL RUIN MY OUTFIT!" . Then, the next thing I knoew was that a light was calling me and trying to chase it uncontrollably, I found myself being stuck between the light and dark…