Hey fellow JTS Fans! Today is the tenth anniversary of the final episode of the show. I still miss it alot and part of me still hopes for something more one day. But as a tribute I've rewritten and fixed up my old fanfic here!
I wrote the original back when I was in high school, so now as a college graduate I know what I want to fix and make the story more enjoyable for all to read! The original won't be available to read anymore but I doubt anyone will prefer that version.
There is also a sketch page for this fic on my tumblr and deviantart, since links don't work in stories just check my profile for my usernames on both sites.
Even now the prologue is a really short chapter, but I still love the first sentence…
The sky was black like the color black. Storm clouds covered the night sky and blanketed the city in even more darkness than there typically was at night. Thunder rumbled, and rain poured down in an unending torrent.
Nearly everyone was indoors already, after all, who would be crazy enough to be out in weather like this? The answer, one young girl in the middle of the cliche 'it happened on a dark and stormy night' tragic backstory.
The small child, no older than ten years old, ran through the flooded streets as fast as her tiny legs could carry her. She stopped momentarily to look around where she was. Her tealish blue eyes landed on the silhouette of a structure she recognized and headed towards it.
It was easy to tell what building it was. It was the only one with no lights on inside. The one dilapidated and condemned building on the outskirts of the town. The girl was small enough to climb through a narrow hole in the wall and enter the premises, peeking back to ensure she was not followed before she ran inside the unlocked side door.
Out of the rain and out of danger for the time being, the girl collapsed to her knees and leaned back against the concrete wall. Besides being completely soaked, her brown and orange overall dress was torn in select places and splattered in its wearer's blood. Her white shoes and orange socks were also stained red from the blood dripping down from the top of her head. Minor cuts and bruises decorated her bare arms and legs, leaving them sore now that the adrenaline had worn down.
Her tear-stained eyes looked up as she touched the wound on her forehead, a nasty gash that she couldn't get to stop bleeding. Out of breath and exhausted, she moved her golden brown hair away from her forehead and let out a choked sob.
Pulling her knees to her chest, she let out the despairful cries she had been holding back. She had survived...but now she truly was all alone in the world.
Heloise was all alone.