Korinna Johnson is a southern raised black girl who moves to New York with her mom. Korinna doesn't have to be a New Yorker to understand that she has entered dangerous territory. Nonetheless, this is Korinna's opportunity to make a name for herself...
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Korinna's POV
I peeled my eyes open and observed my surroundings. How did I get here?
I was in my room at my mom's place wearing regular pajamas with Keiko laying on my stomach. I know I fell unconscious in an alleyway. I don't remember waking up and coming here. Besides, ESU is in Manhattan and I'm all the way in Brooklyn. There's no possible way I could have walked here by myself.
It was now light outside, so I checked the time. I grabbed my phone and saw that it was 11:46 am. Damn! I must've been in a comatose state to sleep that long. I saw that Aria and Jaya had been messaging me. They were concerned about where I was at. I read their messages, but I never responded. I don't want to face them yet.
I sighed and rose out of bed. As soon as I stood up on my feet, I felt intense pain. I inched my way towards the bathroom to take a shower. Once I walked in, I flicked the light on and looked in the mirror. My makeup was smeared and stripped due to my tear streaks. The tear streaks under my eyes were black lines from my eyeliner and mascara. My false lashes were gone and my lipstick was smeared making me look like a clown.
I looked and saw that the tear streak under my right eye had a sweep through it. Someone touched my face. Not in the way that Ryan did, but gently. I threw that thought at the back of my mind and washed my face. I undressed and turned the shower on. I looked in the mirror before I hopped in. I was left with reminders. My eyes and lips were swollen. I had finger marks on my throat. Bruising around my body. Cuts from the glass. I noticed the dried blood was gone.
Unable to look any further, I hopped into the shower. I let the scorching water fall past my shoulders. I was upset. Completely upset with the outcome of last night. How could I let a man over power me like that? I felt disgusted and grabbed my body wash. I scraped my skin with a luffa trying to get the feeling of his hands off me. I washed my body a good 6 times before I felt satisfied.
I dried off and put a new set of clothing on. I panted through the pain to walk into the living room. Running to a source of distraction, I switched on the tv. Keiko followed me into the living room and hopped next to me as I sat down. I was watching reality tv but quickly got bored. I surfed the channels until I landed on the news. I left the channel when I saw a familiar figure.
Last night, the Prowler was out escaping Sable officials. 'The Prowler' is a duo in this occurrence. I'm guessing the guy with the Prowler mask is Uncle Aaron and the figure behind him is Miles. It looks like they are stealing medical kits from them.
I guess Miles reformed into a vigilante. Maybe I got through to him. Per usual, he still had his two braids and Jordan's. He has a new fit that's themed black and red. It seemed like he switches between his original gear and this one; the original being for larger, more dangerous missions. I sat and watched them work together. Miles was swinging through the city with a grapple hook. He looked acrobatic. It kind of inspired me.
