It was a rainy, cold Friday night, Layla was in an ally way trying to keep warm and dry. She had no home, being as she had to run away from her last one. She was being abused and starved and she had to get away. So here she was, in the city of downtown New Orleans, trying to keep from dying of starvation. She laughed humorlessly, "How funny" she thought, "I never thought I would die in these clothes, I was hoping to at least be wearing a bra!" She laughed again "Oh well". Well, this went on for days, and she was starting to become extremely sick. Coughing and dry heaving all the time was making her throat burn, her chest rattled when she breathed and, she was becoming delirious. She was sleeping frightfully one night, when she heard someone coming down the alley. She looked up, scared it was going to be someone who was gonna mug her or rape her or-or the possibilities were endless! But he came to a halt, right in front of her and said:
"Sweetheart, what is a beauty like you doing here?, look at you all dirty and starving half to death! What happened to you?" She went to reply, but she had to clear her throat a few times to speak, she hadn't talked to anyone in a while, she remembered. She decided to be nice... For now.
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I-I had to get away from home." She was so quiet he could just barely make out what she was saying. "I couldn't find food, and nobody wanted to hire me, so I starved, became nasty,and sick. I've been in this ally for about 3 months now, surviving on scraps and rain-water." He looked at her, and said "Would you like to come home with me?"
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RomansLayla hasn't had a very happy life, and in turn isn't a very happy person. Will someone come and save her or will she let herself dig her grave farther than anyone can reach to pull her out?
