Someone to trust (Books of the beginning fanfic)

Chapter 37-Ungrateful!

This chapter took me longer than I expected. I wanted to do my oc justice since this will be your first real look at her. I didn't succeed. But I promise I'll make up for it by making her even snappier and badass in the future.

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Emma's pov
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My feet were tired and so were my arms as I carried the unconscious girl. I had lost any sense of direction by now. The night was so cold that I thought that winter had come early. The water in the drain had frozen and my thin jacket couldn't battle the low temperatures. We smelled like charcoal and were covered in ashes.
We were two young girls out at night who were too exhausted to fight back. I'm pretty reckless but even I wasn't stupid enough to think that continuing walking out in the open was a good idea.  I got off the main road, into a wide alley with a row of empty warehouses, the windows smashed and the walls covered in graffiti paint. 

I stepped through the hole in the glass. But in my focus not to touch the sharp edges of the remaining window I hadn't noticed how the girl's skin was being cut by them. But as I saw the red dripping down her fingertips my movements became more rapid. I jumped over the shards on the floor. I laid her down on the cement, ripping a lint of fabric from my sleeve and brought it to the arm where the glass had cut her. But the blood I saw earlier was gone. No broken skin or wound. Not even a scar, such a deep cut would have definitely made its mark. But her skin seemed flawless. I looked back at the broken window. Red was still dripping off the shards. 

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? pov
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I opened my eyes slowly, as I did a pair of unfamiliar grey eyes, framed by a rimpled face, stared back at me. I screamed and kicked at the woman that had watched me only inches away from my face as I slept. She screamed too as my foot hit her stomach. She crawled all over the floor like a cockroach. 

"Who are you?" I questioned.

"Who am I? Who am I? The one that gave you the bed and lets you warm by my fire. And who are you? Not grateful I'm guessing." What she called a bed was a stack of three pieces of cardboard to form an awful mattress. And the fire she was referring to was in an empty, iron garbage can that was filled with newspapers and more cardboard as fuel. It was placed right under a leak in the warehouse's roof and each time some drops fell down a slight sizzling sound was heard. A tiny teapot was hung over the flames that instead of tea was heating a soup with questionable ingredients. 

"Where am I?"

"Questions, questions! Don't like 'em. Won't be able to question without a tongue." She came closer and I leaned away from her. 

"Agnes!" a voice yelled. I looked towards the source to see the small brunette girl that I had seen by the burning building. She looked at me reassuringly, she had some shopping bags in her hands. "That's Agnes. Don't worry about her. She agreed to let us stay here for the night. She's a bit messed up in her head but harmless."

"Ungrateful!" Agnes yelled. "Ungrateful!"

"Yeah, yeah, we get it," the girl responded. 

"Is that food?"

"Yes, fresh from the store."

"Give me, give me!" the old lady ordered. 

"Not so ungrateful now, huh?"

"Not as much. Now give!" Agnes ripped the shopping bag out of her hands. 

She just sighed and mumbled, "Don't eat the carrots they are in the soup." She sat down on the cardboard next to me as we watched the homeless woman unpack the groceries like a wild child on Christmas. 

"Did you steal it?" I asked.

"What? No!" She seemed offended by me questioning that. "Course not. My sister always makes us carry some money for emergencies."

"Smart. Are you as smart as your sister?"

She chuckled. "I'd like to think so but I know I'm not. I am however a better fighter than her and my brother when it comes to fists over wits."

"You have a brother too?"

"Yeah, his name is Micheal. And he's the biggest nerd you'll ever meet. And my sister is called Kate. But she's basically my mom as well. What's your name?"

"I ain't telling. Not until you do."

She sighed. "And they say that I'm childish."

"Who's childish?" I teased further.

"Emma. Emma Wibberly," she said to answer my question and simultaneously introduce herself.

"Renna." We exchanged a smirk before turning our attention to the awful noise of rotting teeth squishing carrots. Agnes had turned the bag upside down, rummaged through it and had stuck her teeth in the exact thing Emma told her not to.

"Agnes, let that go! Why did you do the exact opposite of what I told you?!"

I chuckled and said, "Somehow I get the feeling that you don't have that much room to talk." She send me a glare and then jumped up to help her in her task of saving the food from the old woman's mouth.

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? pov
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"You have woken up." Heavy breaths echoed through the room. "Keep calm, your body still needs rest." 

"I should go."

"You feel guilty for what you have indirectly done to our dearest comrade. We will never forgive you for it. But we will thank you for your sacrifice."

"I mean it, I should go. I don't want to bother you any more."

"Very well, if you insist. But first, you should see this." A bubbling brew showed a clear image.

"That's her. And.... it can't be!"

"But yet it is. They are coming here."

"No, they shouldn't."

"What you think they should do is irrelevant." A tear fell into the brew. "You think you are poisonous. But you are worse. You're destruction personified. But not to them. As bad as you are for others, as right are you for them. You help them, protect them, heal them... love them. Don't fear that." 

"But..."

"There is no objection you can utter. You don't just help them, they help you. Let them fix the broken parts in you but keep the parts that make you who you are."

"I don't know what to say."

"Then don't say anything." Silence filled the room until the door creaked by it being opened. 

"I'll stay."

"If you tell them who you are they'll kill you... Lie."

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Hope you guys enjoyed, it's a little short but I wanted to get something out for you guys.

So what do you guys think of Renna so far?

Any theories about her or her part in the story?

I know you haven't heard much so far, but you'll get to know her real soon I promise ya. See you all in the next one!

Update: I forgot to add this in the A/N before uploading so I'm just updating it now. 3 years ago now I started writing stt (abbreviation for someone to trust) on paper when I was done studying for exams but wasn't allowed to leave school yet or use my phone. I wrote everything you've read so far on paper and had to type it over, painfully. Like I said that was 3 years ago, that's how long it took me to type it all over. Of course, there was more to it, I deleted big parts and replaced them with something else, I edited it and adjusted things. The basic plot has of course also changed drastically over the years that all took up some time too naturally. But I still think that typing on my computer will be a lot faster instead of writing it and then still having so much work to do to be able to upload it on wattpad. This chapter was only partly written on paper (again I edited A LOT, especially the first bit) and with that, I have finally finished typing over all pages on paper from this fanfic. 

For those who are curious, I have 142 paper pages written. Yeah... I don't know how I'm still sane either.

Would you all be curious in a more in-depth look at the origins of stt? If so let me know. If I decide to do it I'll upload it on my other fanfic book extra's and oneshots.