$witchblade - sequel to $carecrow. A $crim fanfiction.

Prologue.

It's been one year. One whole fucking year since I left New Orleans, hopeful to find Scott. I kept track of every news update, story or report on the situation. But things had died down after a year, especially in Los Angeles.

When I arrived, I had nothing. I spent my last five hundred dollars on the plane ticket. I had no job, no home and no Scott. I didn't actually think it through about what I would do when the plane landed, I originally just had Scott in mind. The first night was rough, I ended up sleeping on the street. The only thing I had was the bag I took with me. Aristos spent the first few days trying to call me, I declined them all.

I spent a few nights wandering around LA, until I came across the strip clubs. I had nothing to lose, I left my old life behind for this person. I washed down in a public bathroom and then I walked into the club. They wanted me to audition for them and I got the job, on the night.

It wasn't all glitz and glam, the first few nights I had to borrow lingerie sets from the other girls, since I didn't have enough money to buy my own. Customers would walk in drunk, high or both and start harassing me. There were multiple nights I spent in the back crying.

I met a girl at the club, Victoria, she's my co-worker and my best friend. After a few nights on the street, she invited me to sleep on her couch, until I could get on my feet. That's where I am today.

I've finally found a job and a place today, but I still lack Scott. I figured that I need to get my life together before I venture off again.

A/N: extremely short but this is just a lil backstory into the past year v now for Tyla. I hope ya'll are excited for it.