Maya's POV:
It was late at night. It was snowing. It was freezing cold. I was shivering like crazy. How could I have been so stupid and thoughtless over wearing warmer clothes? My stomach hurt like shit. I grabbed my empty stomach and laid besides a huge garbage barrel in the alley. I put my head against the barrel and sobbed.
I was lost, I was cold, and I was hungry. How could I have been so stupid? Oh how I wished I was at home, sitting next to the fireplace, eating cookies and drinking hot cocoa. Oh how I wished I was with Riley, hugging, kissing, and laughing. Oh no. How could I have left Riley?
I feel into a deep sorrow and grief. I laid down on the floor. Screaming in pain and crying. I banged the barrel several times.
"WHY AM I SO STUPID? WHY? WHY AM I SO WEAK AND HELPLESS? WHY? WHY?" I screamed. My banging suddenly weakened and my crying became stronger. I cried in pain until I became to weak to even speak.
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Riley's POV:
As I walked through New York I kept calling out Maya's name. I grew cold and tired so I walked into a coffee shop and ordered a huge hot latte. The lady looked at me weirdly and gave me my latte. I paid her and thanked her. As I walked out I overheard two guys talking.
"Man, did you hear the screaming near the alley up the street a few minutes ago? It was so damn loud and scary. I was too fucking scared to even check it out." One of the guys said.
"You think some one got murdered 'er somethin'?" The other guy asks. Maya. No no no please no. I quickly ran up the street like the guy said.
"MAYA? MAYA!" I yell. I see the alley the guy talked about. I really didn't want to see what was in the alley. I took a deep breathe and peaked.
A huge trash barrel. A couple of dead rats. And an unconscious blonde. WAIT. I quickly ran over to her. Good, she was still breathing. I touched her skin. Shit, she was freezing cold. I laid the extra jacket on her, and slept right beside her.
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Authors note:
Ok is it wrong that I cried while writing this chapter?
I don't think writers are supposed to cry over their own work 😭😭😭😥
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