Bambi's POV
I put jean jacket on as it got a bit chilly and start walking. Not knowing where to go I just keep going. As the sky grows darker, each step I take my pace grows faster. Faster and faster until I get farther away from this bleak place. The cold wind making my eyes tear doesn't make it any easier and I want to cry but I just hold it all down. The sky is starting to pour down and my hair is getting wet. I don't care. I just want to get away.
Through my teary eyes, I find a gigantic tree hovering over a park bench. I run towards it and lay down with my head facing up towards the hanging branches. I pull out a cigarrette and a lighter from my pocket. It's raining heavily now and I'm stuck here until it stops. I don't do this often, I just do it when I need to get things off my mind.
I turn my head and notice a tall figure heading my way. Not caring, I just blow the smoke from my cigarette into the air and watch it as it fades into nothing. I feel my pockets trying to find my cell phone but I can't find it.
"Hey, you're laying down on my damn bench!" the tall figure said as he is approaching me. Suddenly, I don't feel as sad as I was just a few seconds ago.
"What do you want me to do? It's fucking raining if you haven't noticed," I say, still laying down.
"I want you to get off my bench or at least sit down and scoot over," he now stands next to me and from laying down, I can barely see his face from these dim lighted posts.
I get up from my postion, and slide my body over to the edge of the bench without saying a word. Who does this guy think he is? What is his problem?
"Shouldn't you be in bed? It's 3:09 AM," he tells me as he takes out his cigarette. He doesn't seem to look old from what I can hardly see. Blonde hair, blue, piercing eyes.
"Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn," I blow a puff of smoke into his face and turn my head around again.
"Luke," he takes out his hand for me to shake it.
"Bambi," I tell him without shaking his hand, he chuckles.
"What's so funny?" I ask, throwing my cigarette onto the curb.
"First of all, your name doesn't even emulate to your bad girl image, and second, it stopped raining, you can leave now," he points to the soaked streets.
"Who said I was going for a bad girl image? AND thank you for pointing that out Captain Obvious," I get up and start heading home.
"If it was obvious you would have left already!" he was in the lie down position I was in before he interrupted my solitude.
"Go to hell!" I yell at him without looking back. Time's like these I wish I had my own car.
It was windy now, the cold air grazed my cheek and just as I put my hand into my jacket pocket to retrieve the packet of cigarettes it's gone. That fucker, Luke took my cigs.
Hello, I hope you enjoyed reading the first chapter of 3:09 AM! Let me know by commenting/voting if you liked it. Thank you :-)
I pictured Bambi as Lily Collins if you wanted to know but you can picture her as anyone.
