She felt herself scream before she heard it... the sound so terrifying that her eyes snapped open and her body lurched forward violently from the sound of it. There was a moment of disorientation where she clutched at her chest to keep her heart from slamming through it and snapped her head this way and that in hopes that she recognized something around her enough to gather her bearings. All she could see was the dreary gray sky above her, verdant green grass below her, two walls enclosing her within a long narrow alley in between them and an assortment of items around her... along with a tiny pale figure nestled against her...
Hair as black as ink fanned around the tiny body in waves of tangled curls... lashes as long as the tip of her pinky fluttered restlessly against pale cheeks... and tiny hands covered in bruises, fading and newly made bright red cuts balled into loose fists around her the sleeve of her sweater.
Amidst the pounding in her chest and the icy fear of the unknown terror from her dream still racing through her veins, a small smile began to tug at the corners of her lips when she recognized the tiny figure beside her.
The girl... it hadn't been a dream after all... hadn't been just something she'd imagined late last night. She giggled, felt it bubble up inside her until it burst out of her lips. The fear she'd felt upon waking, the screaming that had forced her awake- it was all forgotten in the wake of the girl's sleeping form beside her. Now that the girl was asleep, now that it was light enough to see her clearer she would stare to her hearts content; tracing every part of her face and committing it to memory... just in case it really was all a dream.
The girl's dainty button nose with the splash of pale freckles across the bridge of it that reminded her of the tiny fairies on the pages in the books her mommy read was also dotted with tiny cuts, as if glass had burst and the tiny shards had exploded all over her face... the girl's full pouty lips could've been the envy of any other girls were it not for the dry bloody cracks leaving them looking practically shredded... large doll-like eyes framed by thick dark lashes would leave anyone in awe when they saw the color hiding just behind the closed lids had it not been for the deep purple bruise like half-moons ringing the bottom of them... pale and nearly flawless skin the color of fresh milk in the dim light of day but that glowed silver in the thick glow of the moon at night was marred by hundreds... no- thousands of tiny shallow cuts (cuts that she'd missed in the darkness of night), deep angry bruises of all different colors (blue, purple, red, yellow and green) and a thin layer of grayish grime... not to mention all of the different sized bandages covering many other cuts along the span of her face...
And then there was the cut on the girl's brow... the one she hadn't wanted to spend too much time looking at last night because of how big and deep it looked as it shined darkly under the light of the moon. Thankfully it was covered under the thick wide bandage she'd pressed over it the night before but despite that the vibrant red spot staring back at her through the gauze itself was enough to remind her of how horrible it actually was underneath it.
The smile that had been on her lips slipped vanishing in the wake of the clearer picture she had of the girl now. What she'd seen last night under the dim glow of the moon could not possibly compare to what she saw now in the light of day.
The girl hadn't just been hurt... she'd been battered... beaten... destroyed....
Swallowing against the sudden lump in her throat, she struggled to keep her emotions in check. Struggled to wrap her head around how somebody could've done what had been done to the girl... how could somebody hurt someone- a kid so badly...? She sniffed and rubbed at her suddenly stinging eyes. Her cheeks flushed a vibrant shade of red, her veins filled with white hot fury the likes of which she'd never felt before while her tiny hands balled into tight fists on her lap. Why would someone hurt a kid like that? They had to be stopped... she had to tell someone... mommy and daddy, they would know what to do... she had to tell them that someone was hurting her friend-
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Teen FictionNoah was just an ordinary kid with a loving mother and doting father; her life the epitome of a happy childhood. But all of that ceased to matter on the night she met "her". Beautiful and pale with glowing blue eyes that reminded Noah of glittering...
