The Crow: Forgotten Angels
-Grace's Story-
Author's Note: Okay, this chapter is a little short, I know... But i'm doing it in scenes, and the next one will be out shortly. Plus, it slips in a little character developement. Again, sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes, I'm not that great of a proof reader. Ans as always, I hope you enjoy.
And don't forget to review!!!
Part I: Scene 3
A rat. A street rat. That's how she felt, like some scummy rat that crawled in off the streets. And in a way, she was. She had crawled off the streets, she had been fitly and scummy, and now… now she looked upon herself in the half-body mirror that hung on John's bathroom wall. She was disgusted. Grace whipped away a stray tear that dared to fall from her eye and caught sight of the right that still rested on her finger. She pulled her hand back slowly and stared blankly at herself.
"How could anyone… "clean" me up?" Grace whispered to the girl in the mirror. With a heavy sigh she started to disrobe for the bath John told her to take. The hidden skin newly revealed almost seemed pure, clean. Almost… Grace ran the water, suddenly cold and self-conscious of the world around. Hot water poured into the dirty bathtub, filling up gradually. Idlely, Grace dipped her hand in the water and mixed it slowly, her eyes distant and tired.
When the tub was almost full she stopped the water and climbed into its inviting embrace. The heat soothed her body, seeping deep into her bones. Grace would of fallen asleep then and there, if it weren't for the thoughts flushing through her mind. Was this really happening? This life? This pain? Who's to care about a girl like her? Some street rat… Not even her own mother…
She could hold them back no longer, the tears started to freely fall, trailing down the dirt on her face. 'No!' Her mind screamed while she wrapped her arms around herself, 'Crying won't give me anything. It wont give me money.' Her body rocked in the water and her nails dug into her the skin of her arms. "No."
-Grace's Story-
Author's Note: Okay, this chapter is a little short, I know... But i'm doing it in scenes, and the next one will be out shortly. Plus, it slips in a little character developement. Again, sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes, I'm not that great of a proof reader. Ans as always, I hope you enjoy.
And don't forget to review!!!
Part I: Scene 3
A rat. A street rat. That's how she felt, like some scummy rat that crawled in off the streets. And in a way, she was. She had crawled off the streets, she had been fitly and scummy, and now… now she looked upon herself in the half-body mirror that hung on John's bathroom wall. She was disgusted. Grace whipped away a stray tear that dared to fall from her eye and caught sight of the right that still rested on her finger. She pulled her hand back slowly and stared blankly at herself.
"How could anyone… "clean" me up?" Grace whispered to the girl in the mirror. With a heavy sigh she started to disrobe for the bath John told her to take. The hidden skin newly revealed almost seemed pure, clean. Almost… Grace ran the water, suddenly cold and self-conscious of the world around. Hot water poured into the dirty bathtub, filling up gradually. Idlely, Grace dipped her hand in the water and mixed it slowly, her eyes distant and tired.
When the tub was almost full she stopped the water and climbed into its inviting embrace. The heat soothed her body, seeping deep into her bones. Grace would of fallen asleep then and there, if it weren't for the thoughts flushing through her mind. Was this really happening? This life? This pain? Who's to care about a girl like her? Some street rat… Not even her own mother…
She could hold them back no longer, the tears started to freely fall, trailing down the dirt on her face. 'No!' Her mind screamed while she wrapped her arms around herself, 'Crying won't give me anything. It wont give me money.' Her body rocked in the water and her nails dug into her the skin of her arms. "No."