I feel everything
The impact of the concrete.
The trickle of blood running from my nose.
My ragged breaths.
In...Out...In...Out...Hitch...In .....Out In Out
I hear the muffled sounds of feet pounding on the ground. The screams. The sirens.
I feel the hand on my face.
I can't focus my eyes.
I let my head tilt to the side and I think about how tired I am. How I just want to shut me eyes.
So I do.
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I hear the beeps and the talking. And the shouting.
They can hear the beeping as it increases. And they can see someone open their eyes. What they can't see is their London.
This is not the girl they know.
I can feel my chest rise and fall. I can feel my throat. I can feel the uncomfortable needle in my arm.
I cannot feel my legs.
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Thief
AksiLondon Hills was a teenager and not a regular one. London Hills was homeless, she normally crashed at her friend's house. London Hills is also a thief, a person who steals from those in her line of sight. She pays gangs and dangerous people near her...
