When Her Dreams Came True

~Chapter 1~

"Ah, what a great day!" Gabbie said to her mother on the platform at Kings Cross. She had just finished an amazing day trip to London and was waiting for her train home, which was supposedly arriving in five minutes. "I'm glad you enjoyed your day sweetie," said her mother, "we should do this again to see even more of London!" Gabbie's eyes lit up at the prospect. "That would be awesome Mum! You're the best!" Her mother looked at her lovingly and said "Thank you darling. Now your 'awesome mum' needs to go and use the bathroom quickly so I don't embarrass myself on the train. Can you wait here?" "Sure," she said confidently, "I'll be waiting"

Her mum left her on the platform as time passed slowly. Soon enough it has been five minutes. Ten minutes. Fifteen minutes. The train had been and gone so where was she? Gabbie decided to check the bathroom to see if her mum was ok. She entered the grotty, tiled room and all the blood rushed from her face. The floor was covered in blood and the crimson liquid was diffusing across the damp floor. The walls were splattered with blood and every mirror was smashed. Someone had definitely died here. Gabbie stepped further into the scene and spotted some worn black, patent Doc Martens peeking out from under a cubicle door. Her look of shock soon changed to a look of panic. Only Gabbie's hipster mum would wear something like that in her late forties. She rushed over to the body, hoping that her suspicions weren't true. Her hope had been in vain. Her beautiful, energetic mother, whom she loved to pieces, was in pieces on the bathroom floor. Gabbie broke down, screamed, and cried for all she was worth. Her last remaining family whom she truly cared for was dead at her feet. Through her tears, she could only just make out footsteps. Light-footed ones, as if the person making them was trying to sneak up on her. Gabbie's guard was immediately up. She stepped back out into the main body of the bathroom and saw a feminine figure, who looked about the same age as Gabbie, holding an enormous shotgun. Here she was. Mother's killer. Gabbie knew she couldn't fight against her, as much as she wanted to. She wanted to avenge her mother but she was unarmed and vulnerable to a weapon like a shotgun. Gabbie ran. Ran like the wind. The woman raised her gun and a single shot rang out, hitting Gabbie in the forearm. She winced but didn't stop running. She had to get away from the station in order to live.

It had been a couple hours since Gabbie had fled from the station. Her arm hurt like hell and she was losing a lot of blood. Twilight set over the streets of London. The lamps were lighting and families were settling down to watch TV. Gabbie had no more family to watch these shows with and this fact washed over her like a tidal wave as she peered into the windows of houses. The reality of her situation sunk in. She was utterly alone in a city she didn't know with no food, water, shelter or family. She had long since gotten lost and had no idea where the hell she was. Her situation was hopeless. She was going to die here, by herself with no one to know who she ever was. Gabbie sank to her knees and wept. Wept for her mother. Wept for her life she had lived. Wept for the life had yet to live. Wept for the life she was living. She cried and cried until she could cry no more. Whether it was blood loss or sheer exhaustion, Gabbie's world faded to black for what seemed like the final time.