I stare at the torn and rugged book bag, its contents spilled onto the rotting table. Sighing I grab hold to the picture where it lies unscathed, I smile sadly staring down at my smiling angel. Her green eyes twinkling with mischief and mine with love ,as I held her giggling figure. Years later and I couldn't grasp that she was gone. I stood there my body rigid, as I recall the memories we had.
Three years earlier
"Auna?" I call ,walking out the door. The sun just grazing the horizon. Its colors and beauty painting its image in the sky. I stiffened a laugh as I heard giggling from behind the wood shed.
"Hmmmm where could my little angel be ? ",. . .I ask playing along, I hear more giggling, making me smile broadly. I slowly walk towards the shed, my feet tripping on a curved branch turned down. I curse as my hands flail around,causing my sister to outright laugh.
I let out a airy laugh , and quickly bite my lip
Not wanting to give away my position. I sneak around the back, looking at the ground suspiciously daring it to trip me again. I see her small figure dancing around giggling, looking for me. I grin and rub my hands mischievous like. I creep towards her , and let my presence known tapping her on the shoulder.
"Well are you gonna tell me who you looking for?" She yelps and turns with wide eyes that turns misty. I automatically feel terrible, my grin falls as I squat down to her seven year old height.
"Aww baby dont cry, im sorry."I say feeling like a huge jerk. I look at the house as mom says dinner is done, her melody voice ringing out into the air. My brearth rushes out of me as my body lands on the dry ground. My head, snaps up suprised, Finding a grinning auna looking down at me. I growl playfully and she laughs before dashing forwards.
Adorable little shit.
I smirk before going after her.
Present
I smile through my tears as I look at the picture of me ,mom, and auna. All of our faces covered in dirt, with twigs and grass wedged into our hair. My moms arms around both off us , her warm grey eyes and brown hair almost identical to mine while auna reassembled our dad. I lift my gaze from the picture ,putting it carfully in my book bag along with other essential needs. I look at the eviction notice once more before crumbling it up Dropping it to the floor I yank up my bookbag, wincing when I hear a tearing sound. I remember wanting to be in a big house with a prince and a horse name pumpkin, and now I was leaving my foreclosed house slamming the door. I stand on my steps looking over the front yard and the city I once knew as my home. Even though they weren't all good memories here, they were memories that held the ones I loved. Taking a deep breath I step of my porch, gravel crunching under my foot.
Three bus rides, and a stolen train later I was in new York Its buzzing city, thrashing with life. People rushing towards there destination. I gazed at the people, men dressed in expensive business suits talking on the phone. Girls whos clothes barely protected there modesty, strolled past me giggling, mothers chasing after their children. I walked downtown wondering aimlessly, my book bag bouncing on my shoulders. Its pretty funny, I mean my biggest fear was being alone,I shake my head smiling and somehow I fucked up so much karma bit me in the ass leaving a tooth. My mom dying of lung cancer, my ten year old sister strangled to death by her own drunken father ( I blame beyonce )Then there's me killing him and loosing all chances of surviving. The questions, and press came quick as did the CPS agency.I suck in a quick breath, tasting the tainted air. Realising I didnt know squat about where I was. I squint in the dark, my foot kicking a can. The only sounds are my shoes scuffing agaisnt the dirt covered ground. The bordered Windows, and glass littering the ground. Trash and cardboard boxes, piled agaisnt the side of the ally. My feet force me stop as I hear a noise close by, my heart pounding like drums into the silence. I hear a faint yell behind me and I take off running. My pony tail slapping me in the face , My breath coming out in short gasps as I hide in a corner. Trying to calm my breathing My hands resting on the wall , as I swallow. My chest fighting to beat properly, I bit my lip hard stopping my self from screaming. The sound of a strangled cry bouncing through the alleys. I shake my head no, as my head starts to turn towards the noise. Dont you dare, Emmilice ana-marie castle. Sweat beaded my head and my hands grew clammy. I mustered up the littke courage I had left and walked towards the sound. My steps faltering as another cry ricocheted off the walls. I ball up my fist and continued on, wanted so badly to help that person or animal. I freeze as I round the corner, time stops and moves slowly as the limp body falls to the ground. The sickening crunch of his neck snapping ,the hollow look in his eyes as they glazed over. My mouth lets out a small whimper, as fear overtakes me. I gasp and take a measured step backward, as his eyes shoots to were im standing. His grey eyes filled with hatred, sadness and surprisingly guilt ,looking between the body that lies on the floor, and me.
I shake my head my hair spilling out of its cage, spilling over my shoulders.
He stops and looks stunned, while I look at him. I mean really look at him, his dark brown hair curling at the back of his neck and spiked at the front. His straight nose like a greek god, and thin lips turned down into a scowl,and stopping at his hard jaw clenching. My eyes travel down to his chest and even in the baggy shirt you could see his rippling muscles, and the tattoo that snakes up from his arm to his neck. I jump startled as he starts to walk towards me with an angry exspression. I take a few more hurried steps back unable to take my eyes off of him. I cry out as my foot trips on a iron bar, my lig twisting in a odd angle. I clutch onto my jacket not wanting to cry, as I look up at him with unwanted tears in my eyes. His steps slow as his eyes flicker to pain, pity, back to anger and blank in a matter of seconds. He looks down at me and raises his hand, holding it out for me. I hesitate but grab onto it gratfully but regretting immediately after when the smell of chemicals burns my nose . His arm going my waist, trapping me, I felt my fear gathering as my eyes lids closed with the image of him sticking to it.
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