-From Her perspective-
She is 17 years old.
She has straight, long black hair.
She is full of surprises.
She has :
no name.
15 years ago it was she lost her parents in a fire, or so she was told. Ever since she was orphaned by the blaze, she's been bounced around from foster home to foster home. Nobody ever cared for her enough to call her by her name. It was always, "YOU THERE!" or, "LITTLE BRAT." In every home, there was a different name. Everyone seemed to have a cruel, derogatory name to call her. That was until she decided to break the cycle of abuse in 9th grade. She waited until her foster parents left on some mystery outing, probably to the bar again, then sprung into action. She had her bags ready for months now, awaiting the perfect opportunity to escape. When the moment came, she seized it with zero hesitation.
It was late at night, she was pretending to be sleeping in the closet, her usual allocated section, due to the lack of space and care her guardian provided for her. But actually, she was listening, ear to the wall, for the sound of the front door. As soon as she heard the door's signature click, she blasted through the closet door and charged for the window. At the window she drew the blinds and watched the beaten up car her guardians drove, roll out of the driveway. Once she saw the car round the corner a ways down the street. She ran back to the closet quietly as to not wake her sleeping 'siblings'. Once in the closet she shifted the boxes on the side to reveal an air vent. She reached up to the shelf and grabbed the screwdriver she had previously hidden there to access her secret storage. Quickly she undid the screws binding the vent cover to the wall to reveal her small bag that had her bare essentials, and a few singles contained inside. As soon as her hands gripped the coarse handles of the bag, she ripped it out of its hiding place and turned to exit the closet. Upon opening the closet door, she ran into her 'siblings' who stood blocking her way.
"Where does the little brat think she's going?" The eldest asks to the others. Run. She tried to bolt past them only to be clotheslined and have her hair yanked and pulled back. As soon as she was on the ground, her five roommates started to beat up her. Punches and kicks flew at her relentlessly.
Punch
Punch
Kick
Never ending
After a few minutes of relentless beating the door swings open to a dark hallway. Three large silhouettes were standing in the door frame. Each of the girls freezes in place and stares at the figures in the doorway. There stood the girls brothers.
"WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE?" One of brothers asks.
"Little sh*t here thought she could leave us." The eldest told the brothers.
"Like h*ll she is." One of them retorted.
The brothers approached and in conjunction with the girls, surrounding her so there was no way out. She knew what was coming. She knew what they were going to do to her and she was ready. She closed her eyes and curled up into as tight of a ball as she could, and...
Nothing
She felt cold.
She shivered.
Slowly she started to open her eyes and saw grass.
Dark green wet grass.
Looking up she saw the moon. A beautiful sun of the night illuminating the newly damp street, sprinkled with rain from the upcoming showers.
She was outside.
She had escaped! But how? Just then she heard a deep voice in her ears as if there was someone right next to her, leaning into her ear, say,
"Blink Unlocked."
Two days later she had a job. She was working as a fast food cashier at LickDonalds, the first restaurant to have their entire menu composed of lickables. These lickables included such items as suckers, ice cream, and drink drops.
It was a Tuesday, and the day was moving on at a grueling pace.
"Next" she would say.
"Welcome to LickDonalds, how's your day going?" She said with a monotonic mechanical routine.
"My day just got a little better. And what about you... uh.. Jake?" She soon realized that the customer was trying to converse with her referring to the name tag that she wore on her uniform.
"Um, yes, Jake." She snaps back to reality, "short, for Jaqulin."
"Ahh... that makes sense." They respond.
"So, what'll it be today?" She asks, finally looking up from her death glare she was shooting at the checkout screen from under her low pulled baseball cap.
"I'll take a -Cebu gorse hepper and a adi cece cot kermie please."
Confused beyond belief, she looked up and saw the most handsome man she had ever seen. A tall skinny yet immensely fit guy with short hair thrown off to the right side of his head. His perfect blue eyes accented with specks of green cut straight into hers sending her into a state of dumfoundedness.
"Duuh, erm, uh, Come again." She got out trying to recover from his hold over her.
He chuckles, "I said a cheeseburger pop and a Diet Coke ice cream please."
"Oh, of course, coming right up" she says then turns around to yell orders at her co-workers.
"Hey, have a great day" he says and turns to find a seat.
"You forgot to take your number!" She shouts to no avail. He was already across the restaurant sitting down at a corner table.
"Hey, can you cover for me really quickly?" She asks a co-worker.
"Yeah, of course." They respond. "Go get him" they whisper with a smirk as she walks away.
She approaches his table with his number in hand.
"Sir." She says, tapping the him on his shoulder. "You forgot your number."
He turns around with phone in hand and gives it to her.
"What's this?" She asks as she looks into the screen.
"I forgot your number so why don't you give it to me now." He says smirking in her direction.
She throws her palm to her forehead.
" I cannot believe I just fell for that." She mumbles to herself
