I don't own the Nine Lives of Chloe King or any of the characters. I only own Robin and the idea for this story. Sorry this one is so short!
Slipping Away
I decided not to wait around for Chloe to get back. I had to find some answers now. I told Ms. King what Chloe had asked me to say and slipped upstairs and into Chloe's room. I opened her window and crawled up onto the roof, careful to close it back. I stood on the roof for a while before taking in a deep breath and ran. Who knows how long or how far I ran.
When I turned around, I couldn't see any houses that signaled that I was close to home. All I saw were big business buildings, the tall structures casting shadows at my feet. I put my hands on my knees as I gasped for air. Running from my fears was all I had ever done. I had no one to help me with anything. I practically fended for myself for the past three years of my life.
"Robin?" Ms. King and Chloe's voices could be heard in the distance.
I looked around, but didn't see anyone in pursuit of me. I'd go back- but not yet. It run and run and then stop and cry and then find my way back. Hopefully the streets of San Francisco would be so generous as to allow me to get back.
Hard footsteps on rooftops broke me from my thoughts. I turned back around to see someone running after me. I began to panic. Flee or fight? I didn't stick around to see how big this person was so I turned and bolted across the roof I had been standing on. When I reached the edge I skidded to a stop. It had to be at least a ten feet jump; looking down I saw it was a sixty foot plummet to death.
Option one- Face my attacker and probably die
Option two- Try and make the jump and most likely fall to my death or get seriously broken bones.
Both options were terrible. Call me crazy but I went with option two. I backed up a good distance and ran full speed off the edge of the roof, feeling whomever was chasing me's finger's barely graze my shoulder. I miscalculated my jump and found myself clinging to the edge of the building for dear life.
"Hang on, Robin!" A voice I recognized as Chloe's said.
I didn't really have much of a choice in the matter as to what I would do, but I didn't say a thing. My knees were scraped but that was the least of my problems. I knew I could die if I slipped…
It was too late to be talking about it. As Chloe reached out a hand for me, my arms slipped and I fell to the ground below, trying to reach out for something. I caught a drain pipe, grateful that it stopped my fall halfway down. My hands involuntarily let go of the pipe and I continued to fall.
Have you ever heard that saying? That one that says when you're dying your life flashes before your eyes? Well it's true. Images of what happened in the past days flooded my thoughts. I had finally found a family that actually cared about me…and now I would lose them forever.
I hit the ground hard, my vision fading to black, just as the pain started.
Yes, Robin could die or be injured severely. But the question is: will she survive? Please review!