The Past
Declaimer:Use your brains, if I owned it would it be called fanfiction???
I stormed down the streets of Tokyo, my dark brown hair hung limply behind me. The rain was soaking me through, but I didn't care, I loved the feel of the rain against my skin. I had an ever familiar this morning, it had said, 'Don't go, you'll be lost.'
With a sigh I walked into the front door of my home, My hand automatically flew to my scar, you could see it clearly through my red shirt, it was right there, starting at my first rib all the way down to my hip.
I heard my little sister,Buffy, watching Top 20 Count Down on CMT. With a sigh I sat down on the couch, it was the only time was really got together.
My sister's 13, where as I'm 15, she has blond hair, I've got dark chocolate brown almost black, she's got innocent blue eyes full of life, I've got red eyes filled with hate and no life, The thing that stands out most, besides my temper, is my eyes, their slit like a cat or dragon's.
I ran out the door, I had forgotten something. Running trough an abandoned street, I was pulled into an ally by a big guy, he hit me and pulled out a pocket knife and ran it over my skin appliying as much pressure as possible, as I fell to the ground I under stood what that voice meant. 'Don't go, you'll be lost.' Also, 'Don't leave, you'll be killed.' I could hear my sister crying, she knew, I didn't cry, I had quit crying long ago, when I was like Buffy with a glass heart, now it was cold and uncaring stone. My head fell to the side, limp.
"No,this wasn't supposed to happen."
"Ca,quite down,she'll be fine and you know it."
"But..."
"She'll be fine,you'll give her the choice."
Declaimer:Use your brains, if I owned it would it be called fanfiction???
I stormed down the streets of Tokyo, my dark brown hair hung limply behind me. The rain was soaking me through, but I didn't care, I loved the feel of the rain against my skin. I had an ever familiar this morning, it had said, 'Don't go, you'll be lost.'
With a sigh I walked into the front door of my home, My hand automatically flew to my scar, you could see it clearly through my red shirt, it was right there, starting at my first rib all the way down to my hip.
I heard my little sister,Buffy, watching Top 20 Count Down on CMT. With a sigh I sat down on the couch, it was the only time was really got together.
My sister's 13, where as I'm 15, she has blond hair, I've got dark chocolate brown almost black, she's got innocent blue eyes full of life, I've got red eyes filled with hate and no life, The thing that stands out most, besides my temper, is my eyes, their slit like a cat or dragon's.
I ran out the door, I had forgotten something. Running trough an abandoned street, I was pulled into an ally by a big guy, he hit me and pulled out a pocket knife and ran it over my skin appliying as much pressure as possible, as I fell to the ground I under stood what that voice meant. 'Don't go, you'll be lost.' Also, 'Don't leave, you'll be killed.' I could hear my sister crying, she knew, I didn't cry, I had quit crying long ago, when I was like Buffy with a glass heart, now it was cold and uncaring stone. My head fell to the side, limp.
"No,this wasn't supposed to happen."
"Ca,quite down,she'll be fine and you know it."
"But..."
"She'll be fine,you'll give her the choice."
