Author's Note: Prepare to be shocked, people, cuz I've never written anything like this in my whole life.
"Hey, kid," the man said. "Get out of here." The girl opened her eyes. She was wedged between a мусорный контейнер, корзина для мусора, корзины and the concrete Стена of an alley. "S-Sorry," she stuttered, "I'll just go..." "Good!" the man said, "And don't come back!" Tears were forming in the back of her eyes, she could feel it. But she wouldn't let them out. If she let them out, she had lost. She had Остаться в живых for not only herself, but her sisters too. She could almost see the eldest's warm smile, the middle's mischievous grin. And there was the last one. Tired, cold and useless, so weak that fighting off tears was harder than fighting off the horse flies that liked to swarm around her unwashed body. "I'm so weak," she sniffled, "I'm so useless. No one wants to be with me..." Her eyes became blurry and the улица, уличный seemed to multiply. Up and down couldn't be distinguished anymore. In her subconscious, she prepared for impact. But something caught her. A pair of strong arms. Almost familiar. The ground and her head never met, and instead she felt herself hoisted above the ground. Higher than buildings, even. It was a feeling she had forgotten. A dark green streak was the most prominent of her visions. Moments later, she was lightly placed on a hard, though not painful, surface. "Hey," a calm male voice called as she was shaken by a humans' hand. "Hey, wake up." She had heard that voice before, though like this. It was too calm. "B-Butch?" The girl called out. Her dry lips and dry throat made her voice a screech. "It's all my fault. I did this," she coughed. "No," the boy сказал(-а) softly. "No, it's not." The girl tried to speak, but was cut off. "WHO CARES WHO'S FAULT IT IS?! I JUST DON'T WANNA WATCH Ты DIE TODAY!" the boy screamed. "Butch..." the girl whispered. The boy walked on his knees to the girl, pulled her up straight, and looked her straight in the eyes. He whispered, "Do Ты want to die today?" The girl was awake now. She could see her scared and harmed face in his изумруд eyes. "I-" the girl started, but was never to finish, for her lips were soon covered by his, if only for a трещина, сплит second. She was suddenly pushed onto the ground, straight onto her spine. She let out a cry of pain. "Don't talk to me again, Ты blue little crybaby." the boy said, his eyes full of rage. He flew off, leaving only a fading streak of dark green. "Butch..."
"Hey, kid," the man said. "Get out of here." The girl opened her eyes. She was wedged between a мусорный контейнер, корзина для мусора, корзины and the concrete Стена of an alley. "S-Sorry," she stuttered, "I'll just go..." "Good!" the man said, "And don't come back!" Tears were forming in the back of her eyes, she could feel it. But she wouldn't let them out. If she let them out, she had lost. She had Остаться в живых for not only herself, but her sisters too. She could almost see the eldest's warm smile, the middle's mischievous grin. And there was the last one. Tired, cold and useless, so weak that fighting off tears was harder than fighting off the horse flies that liked to swarm around her unwashed body. "I'm so weak," she sniffled, "I'm so useless. No one wants to be with me..." Her eyes became blurry and the улица, уличный seemed to multiply. Up and down couldn't be distinguished anymore. In her subconscious, she prepared for impact. But something caught her. A pair of strong arms. Almost familiar. The ground and her head never met, and instead she felt herself hoisted above the ground. Higher than buildings, even. It was a feeling she had forgotten. A dark green streak was the most prominent of her visions. Moments later, she was lightly placed on a hard, though not painful, surface. "Hey," a calm male voice called as she was shaken by a humans' hand. "Hey, wake up." She had heard that voice before, though like this. It was too calm. "B-Butch?" The girl called out. Her dry lips and dry throat made her voice a screech. "It's all my fault. I did this," she coughed. "No," the boy сказал(-а) softly. "No, it's not." The girl tried to speak, but was cut off. "WHO CARES WHO'S FAULT IT IS?! I JUST DON'T WANNA WATCH Ты DIE TODAY!" the boy screamed. "Butch..." the girl whispered. The boy walked on his knees to the girl, pulled her up straight, and looked her straight in the eyes. He whispered, "Do Ты want to die today?" The girl was awake now. She could see her scared and harmed face in his изумруд eyes. "I-" the girl started, but was never to finish, for her lips were soon covered by his, if only for a трещина, сплит second. She was suddenly pushed onto the ground, straight onto her spine. She let out a cry of pain. "Don't talk to me again, Ты blue little crybaby." the boy said, his eyes full of rage. He flew off, leaving only a fading streak of dark green. "Butch..."