The Girl In The Black Hoodie

Chapter 1

I arrived in Chicago, maybe by 7 PM. I didn't bring my phone, like Kaya. That was her mistake.

I didn't arrive in the normal side of Chicago, no; No casinos, hotels... Just neighborhoods; Poor neighborhoods.

I never had been in a place like this. I wasn't poor at all... Well, I was poor now. I didn't have a home, money, clothes. I was wearing a black hoodie, normal jeans and snickers.

Great idea, Anya, next time think twice. My mind said. No! This was a great idea.... No it isn't.

Who was I trying to fool! I ran away because I wanted to rap battle? Like that, like Kaya!?

No, Anya, you'll fight for your dreams. You'll be known, like Eminem or Dr. Dre. You'll be perfect.

I'm Anya de la Cruz, I'm not perfect, and I'll never be. My mother wanted two perfect daughters?! She chose wrong. Kaya ran with a guy at sixteen; and now, at eighteen, I ran because I want to rap battle?!

I'm maybe going to end dealing drugs or meth.

I used to be a cheery person, normal; Until Kaya left. Kaya broke my heart, I thought I was a good sister, I thought I could help her, I thought... I think too much, and neither thinking a lot nor none is good.

I... I ran for no reason.

I sank my head deeper in my hood. People stared at me, with nothing but fear in their eyes; fear of seeing me, fear that I would steal their wallet or something.

Do I really want this? Do I really want to run to rap battle?

I found a bench near a store, I sat there.

"Go away!" The owner barked at me.

"Why? I just need to sit for awhile, I'll be gone soon." I said, my voice almost begging.

"Go away! You'll drive off all my costumers!" He coughed. "Stupid homeless."

"I'm not homeless!" I said.

"Yeah, and I don't want you out of here!" He said sarcastically. "Go away, slut, I don't like prostitution here.

My eyes watered, no Anya, be strong.

"Do I look like a freaking prostitute?!" I said standing up.

"Yeah, and I want you out of my store!" He said, and pushed me aside. "Go sell yourself for money!" He pushed me harder, and I bumped into somebody.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry." I said, looking at the handsome guy who I had just bumped in. I couldn't handle it anymore. It wasn't my minds decision, the tears just spread out of my eyes.

"Stop. Yelling. At. Her." The guy said to the owner.

"Will, c'mon, look at her! You can see she's a slut."

"Just stop, Louis!" He, I mean, Will, said.

"Yeah, take her services, Will, you sure need a girl and she needs money!" Louis laughed.

"Can you shut the f*ck up?!" Will screamed. "Come with me." He said to me. No, I didn't know him; maybe he was a thief, a kidnapper or a rapist...

"I'm sorry, I can't... But thanks!" I said and ran off. I couldn't let anybody see how weak I was right now. I hate to look weak.

"Wait! You didn't tell me your name!" Will screamed.

"You don't need to know." I said and continued running, now, with both hands on my hoodie's pocket.

First person who's really nice for me, I ditch him. Great move there, Anya.

I had 20$... Well it was something. I went to a supermarket and bought a pen and a notebook. I need to write a song or something.

Fighting everyday

For a life worthless living

Dying everyday

Still not forgiving

Crying at night

So you won't see my tears

Smiling at day light

Facing my fears

But no, I still think I'm the blame

For something I haven't done

Is there any prize for me to reclaim

For letting you burn

Burn my heart into pieces

Those aren't even able to be seen

Where, where have you been?

When I cried your name?

When I asked you for help?

You just killed the flame

You enjoyed my pain

You left without saying goodbye

I can't wait in vain

If you won't comeback

It's my time to attack

I do miss you

But my rhymes are stronger than my blue.

I had 16$ right now... And I'm hungry, I can't eat. I can't spend my money.

I never had this felling, of not being able to have something, not that I want, but I need. I need to eat.

It is 9 PM, nobody's in the street.

What if I get robbed? C'mon, what do they have to rob? 16$?!

Even if they can't rob me I'm scared, scared to death.

A guy passed by my side. I saw the "don't mess up with me, I'll mess up with you" look; I got very scared.

Not the normal scared, after watching a horror movie, no. The scared of knowing, that any second, any moment, I could die.

Did I do the right thing? Kaya ran away too, but she looked normal... Is she a homeless? No, I remember Kaya ran away with her boyfriend, they can't be both homeless.

Why did Kaya run? I mean, it wasn't for the same reason I did, I ran because of her, too, and because of my dream.

There's still one thing I don't get; Kaya and I were best friends, I was only one year older, Kaya could trust me! She trusted me, I knew... But it my sister, she's crazy sometimes.

But Kaya was everything but dumb, if she was going to run, she had to have a reason, not like me, who ran to avoid my problems and to try to follow my dream.

No, but I'll find out why did Kaya ran.

I'm sure I will. I'm Anya de la Cruz, and one thing I never, ever do, is leave my sister.

I will find her. Not just because I want to find Kaya, but because it's my duty.

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dedicated to @_alexbelle4ever_ !!! you're awesome!

Soooooo remember this poem! Is "Missing You" from my poetry book "Try To Catch Me Alive"! If you don't know it go check it out! http://www.wattpad.com/10855734-try-to-catch-me-alive-missing-you

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