"Sammy!" She cried, ducking through the crowd as she made her way towards the boy hastily. "Hey, Kaitlyn!" Sam said, enveloping the smaller girl in a hug as he smiled softly. She pulled away after a moment, staring up at the boy as a sly grin spread across her face. "Let's blow this popsicle stand." She said, snorting at the disappointment that glazed his features. "You're a dork, y'know that?" He said, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, I'm aware. Now c'mon!" Kaitlyn said, gripping his hand as she dragged the taller boy out of the cramped room.
"I triple dog dare you," Sam said, crossing his arms. He smiled evilly as Kaitlyn's face paled. "Fine, but if I die, you're planning my funeral." She said, huffing as she approached the dusted skateboard. She carefully placed her heel on the board, biting her lip as she focused. She pulled her knee upwards carefully, not wanting to rip her tight black dress. Once she had both of her feet planted, she bent her knees slightly, taking a deep breath as she pushed off the ground cautiously. The board immediately skidded forward, not slowing as it flew forward. Kaitlyn could barely gasp before she was launched to the edge of the board, barely balancing on the unstable object. Sam ran after her, laughing heartily at her displeased expression. The board skidded over a rock, causing Kaitlyn to lose the little balance she had. She fell, squawking as she fell into the grass. She lay there for a moment, breathing hard, her hair in shambled as her widened eyes traced her surroundings for a split second, before she burst into laughter, curling into her stomach as tears formed in her eyes. Sam chuckled, helping up the bundle of humor as she took deep breaths. "You alright there, princess?" Sam and Kaitlyn's heads snapped to the left at the deep voice that grumbled from the dark tunnel between the two buildings. Sam curled a protective arm around Kaitlyn's waist, glowering at the tall man that emerged from the shadows. The man had short black hair, his stubble barely comprehensible in the faint moonlight. He wore a loose dark blue hoodie, with a white t-shirt underneath. He had baggy blue jeans, and he wore a dark smile. He took a step towards them, pulling out a gun just as Sam turned to sprint away. "Move and I'll blow your brains out, kid." The man said, grinning as he watched Sam freeze in horror. The man stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. "This'll be fun."
Sam curled into himself as the man kicked him in the side. Kaitlyn's sobs were inaudible, his ears ringing as he clutched onto consciousness. Blood spilled from his mouth and nose, coating his chin in the dark red liquid. His ribs were bruised and cut, his shirt drenched in dirt and even a small patch of blood. The boy whimpered and yelped at every kick, hating the feeling of weakness. Just as he was ready to give up, he heard a blood-curtling scream and a pained grunt. There was a loud slash, and his eyes shot open. The man lay on the floor, sputtering and groaning in pain. A knife was on the floor next to him, coated in blood. His side had a massive cut in it, blood gushing from it at an alarming rate. Kaitlyn raised her foot, smashing her heel down on the man's nose. He screamed, gripping his side as he coughed and choked. Sam flew to his feet, holding back the younger girl as she thrashed around violently. Her blood-coated hands swung in all different directions, trying to hit the man as many times as possible. Her black dress was ripped, a chunk was missing from the bottom and blood coated her chest. Kaitlyn's right eye was squeezed shut, the skin around it turning purple. Her nose was beyond repair, her legs and arms dotted with bruises and cuts. She finally calmed down, sobbing into Sam's dirty shirt. He shushed her, petting her messy hair in an attempt to calm her down.
Kaitlyn's eyes flew open, her lips parted as she breathed heavily. She turned on the light that sat next to her bed, snapping her head around nervously. Her eyes were blown open, and she looked down at her hands. They were clean, with a few cuts and scars positioned around them. She checked her legs, grimacing at the scar that sat on her thigh. "It's just another nightmare. The man is gone now." Lila said, smiling sadly at the girl's pained expression. "Goddess, this is getting old," Kaitlyn said, flopping down as her eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Say, how did you know what I was dreaming about? Are you psychic?" She mused, tracing the translucent girl's face with the tip of her fingers lazily. "Mood swing much?" Lila asked, rolling her eyes.
[why are you even reading this emo shit]
