Reborn

Snow was falling from the darkness above. It clouded my vision to the slightest degree. My lungs ached, so did my legs and my face was numb. My arms are wrapped around a black suitcase, my fingers gripping the edges so it couldn't fall. Every breath I took was hitched and short, the freezing air was burning my lungs. The fire in my chest didn't stop or numb away like my nose and cheeks, instead it only increased and got worse. My dingy, dirty blonde hair bounced up and down as I ran, my lifeless blue and gray eyes darting around.

Snow crunched under my black combat boots. I could hear the sound of snow crunching behind me. They weren't going to give up. They were the pathetic fools who left this suitcase just lying around. If they don't want anyone taking it then they should have done a better job protecting it.

Whatever is in this suitcase must be really important. They are fast but I'm faster, it'll be easy to outrun them. I turned a corner sharply, I stepped on my ankle, making me stumble and fall. I used one of my arms to brace myself while my other arm was secure around the case. But when I landed, pain echoed through my entire side, the case fell and slid across the black sheet of glass and into the frigid water. The river was going to carry the case away. I needed to get up but instead of running to the case, I ran away. Cars were speeding by and I wasn't going to run across the road to get it. I'm not like that bird in Crossy Road, if I die, I die. Welcome to cold, horrible reality there are no games and happiness here.

Many people didn't question it when a fifteen year old acted up. They'd just blame the parents. I'd never forgive my parents, why should I? Running, stealing, and even killing wasn't what I asked for. I didn't ask to be brought into this world! I didn't ask for any of this. I'm always hungry. Always cold. And forever alone. That's the worst part. The loneliness, it's always there-watching me- feeding off of me.

No more did I hear those people chasing me. Again alone. But alive, that's what I only care about. Me, myself and I! The people, I lost them for now, so I'm safe. Not really. This city is huge and dangerous at night. One of those "dangers" is me. With a huff, I pulled my hood over my head and put my hands in my jackets pockets.

It was a struggle to keep warm and to find a place to sleep. I get very little of it. Soon I found a spot in a alley, I gathered crumpled up newspapers and other pieces of trash around me that I could use for a fire. I leaned against the cold brick wall, my fingers were wrapped around a match box, only two matches were left. I sighed, I didn't talk much, it was pointless. I slid the match against the box, instantly catching fire before gently putting it on the newspapers I collected. Once again I relaxed against the wall, the little fire, offering very little warmth. But it was better than nothing-right?

I looked up to the sky, snow was still falling and hitting my face before melting. Somewhere in those clouds- my baby sister is playing with all the other angels. It's hard to think about her. It really is, small specks and sparks jumped from the fire and into the air before slowly disappearing. I allowed my exhaustion to take over, my eyelids soon collapsed giving my dull blueish, gray eyes rest.

Feels like weeks since my last meal. Waking up to the sound of my own stomach growling and the pain that feels like it's digesting itself. I decided to stand by this grocery store, there's an alley right next to it, a perfect place for my to stand and wait for the next unlucky soul.

A boy walked out of the store with arms filled with groceries. He took a glance towards me before continuing towards his car. After he reached it, he put the food in his car and then started to walk towards me. Which confused me, no one ever took notice to me, everyone assumed I am some thug teenage girl who doesn't have good parents. I use to have parents but they weren't nice or good in anyway.

The boy approached me with a nice, warm smile. But that didn't make me smile back, when he looked into my eyes I only stared back with little to no emotion. I had my hands tightly wrapped around a dagger in my jacket's pocket. My eyes began to wander up and down the boy, he only looked a few years older than me. Tan skin and brown hair to match his milky chocolate eyes. He had normal blue jeans, a blood red hoodie and a matching pair of red converse.

"My name's Timothy," The boy spoke.

I looked up at him, "I'm Mable. Just Mable," and with that, that would be all I'll say, there is nothing left for me to say.

"That's a pretty name," Timothy smiled, "Do you live around here?"

Once he realized I wasn't going to answer he continued. I don't know what he was saying to me since I'm not a very good listener but he seemed to be talking to me as if I was a close friend. When I finally snapped back to reality I heard Timothy speak:

"I think you need this more than I do."

I brought the knife out and stabbed it right in the teenage boy's stomach, blood began to spu and stain both my dagger and hands while it soaked Timothy's clothes. I looked and saw that Timothy had a crisp hundred dollar bill in his hand, he was going to give it to me-but why? Timothy's face was filled with pain and his eyes was, was I think, I can't be right, he was looking at me. His eyes filled with-forgiveness.

How could he give me such a look? I just stabbed him. He fell to the ground with a thud, dropping the bill at my feet. My breath started to hitch again, my heart aching. My eyes squinted down at the boy I had just stabbed, blood pooling around. I heard a yell, looking up I saw people running towards me as I picked up the bill and ran. Not looking back.

I don't know how long I ran for but I didn't stop. I didn't want to stop. I was forced to a sudden jolt and stop when a pair of strong arms wrapped around me. I screamed and kicked, sheer fear filled me as sudden and sharp pain echoed through the back of my head, they hit me. My vision swirled and I fell into darkness.

"Wake up!" A stern voice growled in my ears.

I groaned and slowly cracked my eyes before looking up, seeing a muscular looking man. It looked like he liked leather a little too much since that was all he was wearing. He had dark almost pitch black eyes, they were dull and lifeless like mine, his hair was black as night.

"Good, no need to say anything Mable, just lead me to the case you stole from me," A cunning smirk was stretched onto his face.

I tried to speak but that was when I realized I had been tied to a chair, duck tape on my mouth, muting me as it was a way to prevent any attempts of escaping.

"How rude of me! I never introduced myself. My name's Leonardo. Now, take me to my case!" The man hissed, ripping the tape from my mouth.

It stung slightly but I was forced to ignore, "How do you know my name?" I demanded, snarling slightly.

"That's unneeded information, girl," Leonardo spoke, "Now where's my money!?!?"

"What money? And. I. Don't. Know!" I yelled, closing my eyes tightly. Fear. I hate to admit it. I really do. But I'm afraid, I'm scared. I don't know what to do. All I know is that I must be strong.

Leonardo seemed to snap, rage filling those once dull eyes, "THE CASE! Bring me to it now!"

I nodded my head in response so they'd free me, it was my only chance to escape. Leonardo smirked in success as he cut me loose. Worse thing you could do. I pushed the man away and bolted, they chased, him and his little henchmen. In the corner of my eye I noticed tanks of gasoline. I grabbed my dagger from my pocket and stabbed one of the tanks. I pulled out my last match and with a small prayer, I set it next to the leaking gasoline. I kept running afterwards. No matter how much it hurt. I couldn't ignore the explosion behind me that was followed by screams. It got me thinking.

I'm tired of running, I want to be like Timothy. I want to be happy but is it even possible? I-I thought my little sister would make everything better. I was such a fool! Mother and father, if I can even call them that, they took her life! So I took theirs! Even so I regret what I did to Timothy. I can feel the tears trickling down my pale cheeks. Timothy- I'm sorry.

Weeks it had been. Since the explosion and everything. I'm trying so hard to be good and like- him. But it's not working. My hood was covering my face as I walked to the same place. The place I first meet Timothy and the stabbed him.

Looking up I saw someone standing in the very spot I had stood that very day. The person-it- he looking liked-Timothy!

My breath hitched, my eyes widened. I ran at him, finally I-I could apologize and thank him. Thank him for everything. When I got to him, he had a soft smile as he looked at me. How could he smile at a monster like me? After what I'd done to him. But more than anything what is this strange, warm feeling I got in my chest when I saw Timothy?