Alone

Chapter 1

She has no motives. She has no where to go. She hides and blends in with society like a flower in a field. She walks the streets with her hands stuffed in her ripped jacket pockets, shrugging off the fact that she is freezing. She keeps going even though she is hungry, but has no money for food.

What makes her want to keep going? What makes everything worth her energy? The fact that she has no parents, the fact that she doesn't even have a home to go back to at the end of the day; all reasons that make it more questionable on why she would want to keep going, to keep being a fighter.

Currently she waits at a street light, waiting for the color to change red to cross the street. Where she is going, she has no idea. Somewhere other then here. The wind stings her cheeks, turning them a bright red as she hides her face behind her grey scarf covered in holes. Her blonde wavy hair scatters in the wind, untamed. It and free. It hasn't been brushed in forever, this lifestyle doesn't really require the normal needs of a teenage girl. Her birthday had been two weeks ago, but as usual, there had been no one there to celebrate it with her. She sat alone in a dark basement lit by a small wax candle that sat atop a mini cupcake stolen from a wedding party. The people wouldn't notice a small harmless girl stuffing a pink sprinkled cupcake in a plastic bag she had found drifting in the wind mindlessly, would they? They had someone else's life to celebrate. Too busy to even notice that she had also been celebrating something.

She has no feelings towards her situation. She doesn't even have an education, yet she is so smart. She doesn't need one. She has always dreamt of being able to pick up a book, open the cover, and be able to read at least the first sentence. Instead, she can't even get past the first word. She never had parents that could sign her up to go to school, or even pay for a home school teacher for that matter. It hadn't seemed to bother her much though, she didn't need an education to get where she needed to be.

Her wish while she sat in that basement and blew out the only light she had, was to find somewhere were she could feel wanted. Somewhere where she belonged. A home. Was that too much to ask for? It must have been. The petite flame blew out quickly. She devoured the whole thing in a second, and tossed the wrapper to one of the small rooms corners. She curled up under the wooden stairs and rested her head atop a pile of rope. She cried silently before drifting off into an uneasy sleep. This had been like most nights, maybe not this lucky where she at least had a basement, but drifting off to sleep after having shed a few hot tears that burned her cheeks worse then the wind had outside.

The light flicked red, and she crossed the street at a faster pace then the rest of the people on the crosswalk. The rush to get to the other side had been unknown, but it would speed up the process of getting out of here. Once she had gotten to the other side, she accidentally bumped into a young boy who had been passing her. He grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. "Watch it," he said between gritted teeth. "Sorry," she muttered before continuing on. The people around her had watched the exchange but thought nothing of it, instead continuing to walk. Someone could have stopped the boy and told him to apologize for being so rude, or even worse, punching him straight in the nose. But no, no one cares about some random stranger who could've just gotten hit in the face by a rude boy. Society never pays attention anymore.

She stops at the end of the street at a small coffee shop. She looks up at the logo, then at the large window displaying the contents of inside the coffee shop and all the people seated at tables chatting and enjoying a warm cup of coffee. It had been early in the morning in New York, everyone readying themselves for a long day at work. What a great way to start it with a small cup of coffee. She hesitated a moment before stepping inside quickly and sliding into a nearby seat. Some looked up to see the small pale girl with the hidden face behind her grey scarf and bright red wool hat. Her red cheeks had been visible, and so had her bright ocean blue eyes. They darted around in their sockets, gazing at the strange looks she was getting. A waitress approached her. She wore a green apron with a badge that said "Kelly". Her hair had been tied in a loose pony tail and her black glasses hung low on her nose. "Can I get you something?" She asked clicking her pen and resting it on a clean sheet of paper.

She tapped her fingers on the table top in attempt on thinking. "Do you give away free coffee?" She asked quickly with wide eyes. "Yeah right. That'll be the day our shop closes down. Seriously can I get you anything?" She tilted her head as she tapped her pencil on the paper in annoyance. "Surprised your shop hasn't closed down already because of rude people like yourself." The waitresses mouth dropped open while the girl stood, her chair screeching against the floor. "I'll be leaving now." And with that she walked out with balled fists and a heated face. She wiped at her eyes as she continued down the street away from the tiny shop.

She made her way to a nearby ally and strolled down it, only to crash into the wall in anger as she kicked at it furiously. "God damnit!" She shouted as she punched it, causing red hot liquid to pour from her knuckles. She gripped her hand with her other, and ripped part of her shirt off to wrap the wound. "Great now I have to find another fricken shirt to replace this one," she said as she spun the fabric around her knuckles. "And another glove it seems as this one is now covered in my damn blood." She sighed as she slid down the wall and onto the ground. She sat there for a moment as the pain passed, staring up at the white sky as the clouds hid the sun away from the world.

Her thinking was interrupted by a loud bang at the end of the ally. It was that same boy who she had bumped into earlier. She quickly rose to her feet to run, but it was too late. He had already made his way over to her and had her pinned against the wall. "Nice to see you again," he said grinning widely, gripping her hands tightly. He lifted one up to her scarf and pulled it down to reveal her full face. "Didn't think you would be this much of a looker." He sneered. "Didn't think you'd be this much of a dick then what you displayed," she spat back, attempting to fight her way out of his grip, but failing. The blood rushed to her ears as the same hand that pulled down her scarf now drifted across her cheek. It landed in the middle of her neck, and his fingers gripped hard. Her eyes grew wide as he laughed in her face. "This will only take a minute," and with that she felt his other hand lift her shirt and glide up her stomach, sending chills all through her body.

"Not... Today," she managed to say, and lifted her leg up hard against his groin. He let out a yelp, releasing her neck along with pulling his hand out of her shirt to cover his privates. She ran as fast as she could, pulling the scarf back up to guard her mouth. She made her way back to the sidewalk, and slipped between a group of people walking. She turned back, just to see if he would follow. When she didn't see him, she knew she had won. She kept walking until she heard rushed footsteps behind her, and turned around only to find that he had made his way out of the ally and now was searching. His eyes landed on her, and her heart caught in her throat. He smiled, and took off in a sprint towards her. "Oh shit!" She said as she took off into a sprint as well. She ran until her lungs burned, and even ran after that. She headed into an ally to her left, and hid behind a dumpster. Not too long after, the young boy turned the corner and stood, the light casting a shadow on the ground in front of her. "I've got you now. Might as well come out. Do not hide from me." His deep voice rang out. Holy shit I'm screwed. She thought to herself. She grabbed a piece of shattered glass that lay next to her from a broken beer bottle, and held it in front of her, ready to stab him if he even came close to her. The shadow on the ground grew, signaling that he was coming closer. What she was to do was all up to whatever fate had in store for her.

She grew anxious as his heavy footsteps drew closer to her position on the side of the dumpster, ready to stab the first leg that were to stomp down in front of her. Her arm shook furiously, as the boys footsteps were right in front of her now and were ready to be in front of her, until they stopped. She grew confused as the shadow stood tall, but still. As she was about to get up, his head popped around the corner and in her face, causing her to scream and jab the glass into his left eye. He let out a yell of terror as he backed away and fell against the wall across from her. She rose from her position, and took off once again out of the dark ally.