Star Crossed Haters [EDITING]

Steal to survive

*Magnus's pov*

I've grown accustomed to the obstacles in the dark. I dash left into the alleyway to outrun the police, sirens resonating throughout the barren alleyways. Pain shoots up from my leg. The foul stench of the rotten and decaying garbage is no longer overwhelming. Clutching the brown paper in my arm, I clamber up the purple bins and knock over an expired Pizza box and its contents. Racoons gather around it, like flies to a moth. I lose balance and then use the momentum to leap over the wall.

"Mag!" I press my finger to her lips, my heartbeat finally settling. The shouting and sirens become distant, so I remove my finger. Emily beams at me, eyelids contracting and revealing her crooked teeth. 

"Wow! Mmm! This looks so yummy!" 

I nod. 

 Emily deserves so much more than this.  More than the leftovers and things I steal. She deserves a roof over her head, a place to call home. All the food she could dream of. And one day, I'll get it for her. Beads of sweat slide down, and I wipe it with my arm. My sister sits next to me, against the burgundy brick walls and the garbage bags next to us, some half open. The expired contents scattered on the ground flies buzzing around it eagerly. She tears off a chunk for me. 

"Try some!" 

My stomach rumbles as the tantalising pastry is shoved under my nose. Red jam oozing out of the sides. I refuse with a smile. The inky black sky is illuminated y luminous stars. I hold Emily close, as a icy wind comes our way, sending shivers down my spine. 

"Your feet..." 

I glance down at them. Bruises and cuts are scattered across my feet and crimson liquid trickles down the sides. My feet are always getting cut since I gave my shoes to my sister, hers were too torn.

Emily leans on my shoulder, snoring gently. 

"It's nice to meet you...Magnus Black,"  

A/N: Sorry it's so short. I wanted to end this chapter on a cliffhanger but I promise my chapters are longer. Stay tuned and thanks for reading! 

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