|Angel With Broken Wings| AOD X READER

02

Y/N L/N awoke shivering. An hour or so after the sun set, she curled into a tight ball in a small room on the second floor of an abandoned mansion. (One she had found while walking through woods) The ten thousand-squared foot building had been under construction and was said to be open on February 20XX, but that was months ago and was now forgotten due to something that occurred on the site while people were working.

She then faced the corner of the room and smelled the scent of open air, for their was a window. She pulled her knees to her chest, squeezed herself into a ball, but she could not squeeze out the ache, the heavy weight it made.

Her long-sleeve f/c shirt and s/f/c jacket seemed to have no effect against the chilly night air. She then 'drowned' in her own sobs and shivered with coldness while doing so. After 15 minues huddled against the wall, her body was stiff due to the violent shivering, she climbed to her feet to go else where.

L/N crept upstairs, wincing at every creak of the loose flooring. After 5 'long' minutes of searching, she found a small interior room with only one opening which then lead to a much larger room. A walk-in closet, she told herself. Off the master bedroom . She walked to another corner and huddled herself into a ball and wrapped herself with her arms, falling asleep once again.

Somewhere before sunrise, she awoke panting. She awoke thinking she still held the knife in her hand,and recoiled away, rolled away from it, and felt it on her back. There she layed blinking, breathing hard. 

The previous night came back to her, bits and pieces coalescing. She was in the abandoned mansion. And who knew what was out there and possibly came in.

Quickly, she gathered up and made her way outside. The world outside was deep in the color gray. But she knew these fogs, and had moved through them most of her life, roaming the woods as far away from her parents screaming. Sighing, she began to plan her next move. Today is Friday?, she told herself. Tomorrow night I can see Lucy.

Before long, she broke into a sprint, a shadow through the fog. I need to start making my way to Lucy, she told herself. There's a long  way to go still. Miles to go. Miles and miles before I sleep. 

Like some character out of a Flannery O' Connor story, L/N thought. This is what she had come to. A misfit. Hunted. Hated. Wanted.

                                                                                       A/N

I had published this book on Quotev and got questions asking who Lucy was. To be honest...I don't know, I needed someone who was relied on by 'you'.  But I would say that Lucy is well...your childhood best friend and old crush. Lucy is imagined as those friends that stood up to bullies for you. More on Lucy next chapter! I may add her in future chapters and make it work. Tell me what you think. Baii~

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