The Depth of Fate ~on hiatus ~

chapter 1

It was a cold end of January’s evening in Chicago and it was snowing. I was left cold and alone in the city. I was homeless with no money and nowhere to go. I was 15 scared and I had run away from home because my mom was abusive and my dad killed himself because of it. All I had were the clothes I was wearing and my IPod with headphones. I was so tired and cold and the only way I could get any sleep was if I found a quiet alleyway.

I started wandering around Chicago looking for a safe to sleep. I was still wandering around after an hour and my legs started to grow weak. It was about 11:30pm and I was really cold. On the street I was on there was only me and some people walking in my direction. All I could see was it was a woman with long black hair and a thick GLITTERY coat and she was with two men who looked like body guards. As I walked closer and closer to the people, I realised that the two men were body guards and the woman was the one and only Cher! I stopped and she started talking to me.

“Shouldn’t you be getting home young miss?” Cher said to me.

“Ummm…you’re…you’re Cher!” I gasped.

Cher chuckled “last time I checked I was…” Cher gave me a wink “…so why are you out so late?”

“I’m looking for somewhere quiet to spend the night.”

“Why don’t you go home?”

“I…I…I can’t…I…my…” I started to cry.

“Why can’t you?” Cher walked over to me and gave me a hug.

“I…I…ran away because my…my…mom…” I started uncontrollably crying.

“Don’t cry babe! Walk with me and tell me what happened.” Cher said holding out her hand for me to hold.

“But you’re Cher, you don’t wanna hear about this!”  I said still crying.

“Yes I do! Now take my hand and let’s walk.”

So I took her hand and began to tell her my story.

“Where do you want me to start?”  I asked Cher once I stopped crying.

“First of all the basics. What is your name and how old are you?”

“Well my name is Emily Gillam and I’m 15, I will be 16 on the 23rd February.”

“Ok we have the basics over with. Now, why have you run away?”

“Well…” tears started to roll down my face again “…my mom…” I stopped walking and took of my coat and showed Cher my bruises. I started to cry hard again. “…and my dad… my dad committed suicide because of her and…” I stopped talking when I saw the look on Cher’s face, Cher was horrified.

“Come with me.” Cher took my hand again and we started to walk. Just after we set off I started to feel dizzy because I hadn’t eaten in days.

“Cher can we stop a second?” I said.

“What’s… oh my god!!? You’ve gone white!!” Cher responded after looking at me.

“I…I…” I passed out.

Cher tried waking me but it didn’t work so she got one of her bodyguards to carry me to Cher’s limo.