𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 #1 𝙑𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 •'¯'•»
Growing up on the rough streets of western Sydney, seventeen-year-old Helena Callahan has always been a fighter. Her philosophy was simple: be sly, agile, and never get caught doing something...
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THERE I WAS, AT THE POLICE STATION.
AGAIN.
I knew the protocol off by heart. They sat me down in a small, box-like room with plain white walls and scratched linoleum flooring. My gaze was fixated on the scratch marks. It was almost as though a person went crazy in here and tried to claw their way out, like some kind of savage animal. At least, that's what I had imagined. As I glanced around the small room, the walls seemed to close in on me, and the heated air from the vent grew thin. I tugged at the neck of my pleather jacket as I waited. I wasn't overly fond of being caged or restricted, and the idea of trying to escape became more ideal by the second.
"Helena?"
The constable stood behind me, towering over me like a stalk, which caused his shadow to cast over the full length of the cubical-sized room. This made him appear much taller than he was. "May I call you Helena?"
"It's pronounced Hell-lay-nah," I growled.
This wasn't an easy thing to achieve, considering how small I felt compared to his large build. In fact, it took all my willpower not to break down and cry. Beneath my careless façade, my hands were trembling, but I knew that I needed to remain strong because there was no way I could shed a tear—especially not in front of these suits.
