This is a bit on Julia. I was playing around with her past, but again, it never quite became anything. This one though is older than BP.
Like Some Broken Rhyme
The blood dribbled from her mouth as she coughed violently. Her skin, her eyes, her breath all trembled from the cold and the fear. She lay there like a rag doll tattered next to the trash bin in an alley. She had been woken up by the sun's rays and the sound of rats scattering all around her and above her. She curled her knees towards her chest and she began sobbing empty tears. Her eyes had dried up from the excessive crying from the nights before. She slowly shut her eyes again, her lids heavy from exhaustion. Her face had been completely disfigured, ruptured, and different shades of the color spectrum had splattered all over her face and her body. They had at least clothed her with dirty sweat pants and a muddy white shirt. She breathed in attempting to move and sit up, but the sharp pain unfurled on her left side. Her ribs had probably broken from the fall. They had probably thrown her out of a car, littering the city with her broken body. She began to chuckle softly but they quickly turned into silent wheezes.
I'm going to die. She thought with slight relief and shivered even more. Every muscle and cell in her body relaxed inch by inch, death becoming a peaceful wish. The trembling started settling and her tensed up extremities let themselves fall into the numbness waving over her veins and blood vessels. She couldn't hear her heart beating like wild drums against her chest anymore. The heart within her could not dissuade the resigning of the rest of the body, and feeling beaten and lost, it slowed its pace closer and closer to the stillness.
Then the voice called to her.
The ringing in her ears had only allowed a distorted sound to penetrate her eardrums. Her brows furrowed for a bit trying to make out the sound, but decided that it was best to ignore it. No one picked up after anyone else's discarded waste. That was life in Mars. It would be so comforting leaving this nightmare behind and waking up to her real life. Her entire body suddenly tensed up as she felt herself suspended in the air, but held tightly by two arms. She opened her mouth to scream, but only a gasp for air emerged. She tried licking her lips, but they remained as dried and bloody as before.
"You're going to be okay." The voice uttered. She commanded her legs and arms and body to kick and scream, but it wouldn't, it just wouldn't fight anymore. Let me go back to sleep, she pleaded in her mind. I want to wake up from this bad dream.