Make A Wish: #Wattys2015

Chapter 1

I walked down the dormant San Fransisco road, feeling a bit cold. Ugh. Why didn't I just put on a jacket before I left? I reached down in my pocket to grab my ear buds and my phone, hitting play on the last song I was listening to, and walked to the beat of Girl's A Straight Up Hustler by All Time Low.

The coffee shop was warm and always open. I ordered my hot-chocolate to go, because Vincent would kill me if he found out I stepped foot out of his house. Vincent is not my dad. I actually had a father, but he left my mother and I when he found out I was going to be born. My mother on the other hand, she gave me up for adoption. So know I am stuck with Vincent. The abusive, forty-eight-year-old business man with no right to hurt me. But he does.

Anyways, I took my hot-chocolate and walked out of the shop. I checked the time. Three-thirty four. Vincent usually wakes up around four, so I think I have some time. Wait. Did I bring the keys to the back door with me?

Oh crap. I didn't. 

I started to run in the direction of my house because I knew I couldn't get in unless I picked the lock. And god knows how long that will take. "Just great," I whispered to myself as ran in the middle of my street and checked the time again.

All of the sudden, I fell.

I fell because a car hit me. But I didn't know that... In fact, my life had just become a beautiful, beautiful place where everything is better... You just wait...

___________________________Vincent's view________________________________

An ambulance had just arrived in front of my house. "Perfect." I said out loud, looking out from my window. There was a body, but it was wrapped up and being set into the back of the truck. I decided to walk out and ask what was going on, so I did.

"Excuse me,"

A young man standing next to the ambulance turned around, eyes red and puffy.

"Yes..?"

"Do you mind telling me what is going on?"

The boy stared at him, and then looked down at his feet.

"I killed a girl."