Why??

[:Kimi]

She sighed, a sigh of relief; the breath swirled all around her, dissapearing into the moonlight sky. The girl glanced behined her sholder, she knew he couldnt get her, she knew she was safe. Her reflection was hiding underneith the piece of frost that had grown upon the river. It was a cold night and the full moon meant danger ahead. The girl looked again uneasily around her sholder, taking deep breaths. She glanced down, by her side was a bag; full to the brim with all her needs. The girl picked up the bag, the strain on her arms coverd with bruises, tears trickled down her cheaks as she walked along the river bank, she could almost hear the teardrops hit the concrete path, she mutterd to herself, thinking it was all her fault her dad abused her, she got aware of a strange, man-like figure awaiting for a bus, the same batterd hands as her father, the same angry look that her dad gave her before he hit her. She laughed uneasily, hiding her worrys back, it couldnt of been her father, he was out with his girlfriend. The girl continued down the riverbank, kicking random stones that lay in her path, she had to walk quickly, before her father came back, a drunken mess, looking for her
"Sairaa" he would call, the next few things he would half say would terrify the girl, he would hold out his big, dark colourd hand, and place a handmark on the girls spotty thigh, "Sairaa, its all your fault" he would repeat over and over again, the girl shook her head, trying to get the memorys of her step-father out of her mind, instead she had the memorys of her mother, who had died a few years back. Her mother always had the fresh smell of spring daisys and buttercups in her long, ginger hair. She had fallen for Clive the day that he set foot in the old dusty bar that she had worked in, her mother always described to Sairaa that it was love at first site...
The girl started crying again, feeling dissapointed in herself, her bony fingers tapped on the heavy bag, she felt weak, and hungry as she passed a local café, a few customers in the café started at her, as if she was a circus freek, trying to atract everyones attention, Sairaa stood and stared into the window...

*To Be Continued*

Please rate /10, I wrote it tonight, I will add the rest when I think of something!

[la-ur-en]

Thats great, you have talent, 10/10 + rep!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[:Kimi]

Thats great, you have talent, 10/10 + rep!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WOWzER, thankers la-ur-en, hehe, *hands skittles* thanks for the rep and good mark, I will continue this story now,*gets out pen and paper*


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