𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙏𝙃 - 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙗𝙮

ONE

WARNING!

This contains descriptions of abuse and mentions abuse.

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I was naive and hopefully lost.

Now I'm aware and driving my thoughts.

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ONE

The train slowly pulled up to her stop. 'Welcome to Small Heath' the sign was placed onto the dark wooden floor and thick clouds of smoke filled the sky. Achara looked onto the platform, hyper analysing the people standing awaiting the train. She closed her book and grabbed her luggage, moving swiftly to the opening door of the train cart. As soon as she stepped off. It was as if her steps echoed through the platform, silently notifying the residents of her arrival. She could feel eyes on her. It was as if her steps echoed through the platform, silently notifying the residents of her arrival. Some were kind with a hint of sadness, and some filled with disgust.

She froze in her spot, unaware of what to do. Should she smile or wave? Should she just walk past them pretending to be oblivious to their obvious stares? Or maybe she should leave. Swiftly turn around and hop back onto the train and go back to the familiar space of London and Mr Raven. No, she couldn't just leave now. She was already too far to just quit. After all, it had been her who had wanted to leave. She wanted to be independent.

She froze in her spot, unaware of what to do. Should she smile or wave? Should she just walk past them, pretending to be oblivious to their obvious stares? Or maybe she should leave and go back to the familiar space of London and Mr Raven. No, she couldn't just leave

"Excuse me miss, are you alright?" A voice to her side asked. She turned to see a blonde woman. The woman had a strong Irish accent and looked incredibly beautiful. She radiated a sense of elegance and duty, and her smile made her even more angelic than before. She seemed to have a way of making people like her or trust her more easily than others. "I came here not too long ago. I know how unforgiving the town could be for people like you."

Achara raised her eyebrows when she heard the statement, causing the women to ramble. As the woman was rambling, it became harder for Achara to suppress the rising laughter in her chest. Soon after Achara found herself in a fit of laughter, "I'm not offended, don't worry." She replied, smiling widely towards the woman, "And yes, help would be ‌appreciated." The blonde woman grinned like a teenager who just got away with doing something bad and extended her hand toward the girl.

"Grace." She spoke, confused as to ‌why the young girl hadn't taken her hand, but instead, she turned her body to face her and bowed. Grace watched as her silky brown hair slowly slipped from her shoulders to hang from the front of her face loosely and noticed how she wore a baby pink dress with white patterns, how it was brought in at the waist, and flowy which made the girl look very curvy. The dress was not in fashion in England but was undeniably gorgeous. The sleeves of her dress fell loosely off the girl's shoulders as the dress showed some of her cleavages.

As she raised her head, Grace studied the features of her face, the girl's face contrasted with the way she dressed; the dress was one an elegant woman yet her face was full of youth, she also noticed her eyes, brown eyes or hair was ‌ordinary, but the way the girl's eyes shone brighter than any polished diamond, her hair looked so soft and it bounced or moved innocently with the soft movements of the girl could rival any other girl. Her skin was pale and smooth, with no texture or pimple in sight, her lips were a peachy pink colour and only made her seem younger.