Pink isn't feminine

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Evangeline Pov 

The rain poured sudden as we

raced down the street hill. I squinted 

as I tried to make out the outline of the figure 

we were hurtling towards, But it was too late.

The best I could do was jump off and hope Lane made it, as did the outline.

Standing up I saw Jane struggling to pick up Lane.

Tears pricked at my eyes as the world swirled into a dizzy haze,

I begged myself to continue towards them, I'll be damned if she takes him.

Jane paid me no mind, I picked up a rock and weakly threw it at her head.

 It drew blood, causing her to drop Lane. She smirked at my weak state and 

punched me on the jaw, I saw stars twinkling, I was fighting two battles: One to 

stay conscious and two with Jane.

Youth of all ages circled around cheering us on as Adults called the Police.

This was a tough one to win.

I never did win it.

Jane Pov

She went down.

I couldn't believe it, for once I was a winner.

The ambulance carted her 

off as I stood in a triumphant daze.

I'd like to believe Lane wanted it this way, but one

 look at his face told me 

different  as he woke up just in time 

for him to see her pink hair and her body strapped down.

He turned into a raging current, it took drugs and

 sedatives to take him down,

I had felt so proud until I snapped out of my shock, I saw the look of horror on 

the kids' faces. I was so sound asleep in a perfect dream that I was an angel, It seems

I've woken up only to find I'm a monster,

this thought sends me running and running and running.

I've come to find that tears are hot and the world is so cold.