Help me... I'm scared...
An 18-year-old girl stood on a street corner, in the cold and dark Midgar slums. She was standing alone minding her own business. A young man ran by, knocking her over. Then the man just started to run off again, without even helping her up or apologizing.
"What do you think your doing, you JERK?!" the girl partially spat.
The boy spun around. He was shocked. He did that a lot knocked over helpless girls, just for fun. But they never talked back. Man, she looked pissed.
"What the hell are you doing you idiot?! You knocked me over, did you not see me?!" the girl asked, getting angrier and angrier by the second.
"I'm... I'm sorry...," the boy sputtered.
"Sorry?! SORRY!? You saw me, didn't you?! You just thought I was a helpless little girl, and thought I would cry, right?!" the girl screamed, inches away from the boys face.
"I..." the boy could barley speak.
"Did you bother to look at this?" the girl asked smugly, her Swallow inches from the boy's throat.
"I... no..." the boy almost said, his face was white as a ghost.
Without warning, the boy ran off so fast he almost knocked over another couple of other people.
"Coward..." the girl said under her breath, normally she would have chased him down and badly hurt them, but she was in a good mood.
"I see your temper hasn't changed a bit Layla..."
The girl turned around to see a familiar old face smiling at her. She put the Swallow back into its sheath, and looked into the old mans eyes. He may be old but his eyes we're as young as you could find. They shone almost strangely light blue.
"What do you want? I don't need another lecture." Layla said, looking annoyed.
"Layla... have you forgotten?" the old mans croaky voice asked.
"I haven't forgotten, I just don't care." Layla said coldly.
"Layla... its your responsibility, you mustn't turn your back on it." The old man crocked.
"That's my point! I don't even have a say in it! I'm gonna live my own life, now go away!!" Layla shouted at the old man.
"...Layla, I hope you will one day understand..." the old man said silently, then left into the shadows.
Layla stood there for a few seconds then left, back to the dark street corner she called home, that voice still lingered in her head.
I'm so scared... Someone please help me...
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Authors notes: well that was Layla, isn't she fun? Well I like her, its gonna be fun writing her. Well I've done two girls so far; next I should do a guy. Well, I hope you like my cast so far. Please review, I need inspiration!!
Extra note: Layla is dedicated to Tifa Gainsborough.