London Hills was a teenager and not a regular one. London Hills was homeless, she normally crashed at her friend's house. London Hills is also a thief, a person who steals from those in her line of sight. She pays gangs and dangerous people near her...
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I feel everything
The impact of the concrete.
The trickle of blood running from my nose.
My ragged breaths.
In...Out...In...Out...Hitch...In .....Out In Out
I hear the muffled sounds of feet pounding on the ground. The screams. The sirens.
I feel the hand on my face.
I can't focus my eyes.
I let my head tilt to the side and I think about how tired I am. How I just want to shut me eyes.
So I do.
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I hear the beeps and the talking. And the shouting.
They can hear the beeping as it increases. And they can see someone open their eyes. What they can't see is their London.
This is not the girl they know.
I can feel my chest rise and fall. I can feel my throat. I can feel the uncomfortable needle in my arm.
I cannot feel my legs.
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Debating to end this story.
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I feel the impact of the concrete on my back. I feel the trickle of blood running from my nose. I feel my ragged breaths. In. Out. In. Out. Hitch. In... Out...
I hear the muffled sound of feet running towards me and shouts, I feel a hand on my cheek. I can't focus my eyes. I feel my head tilt to the side and all I can think about is how tired I am, and how nice it would feel to close my eyes.
So I do.
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I can feel my chest rising and falling, I can feel something in my throat, I can feel the uncomfortable needle in my arm.
I cannot feel my legs.
Then I hear the beeps, and the talking, and the shouting, and they can hear the beeping as it increases and they can see when someone opens their eyes. What they can't see, however, is how this isn't their London.
This is not the girl they know.
So this is a teaser, I have a lot going on with school so I'll try to update when I can. Thanks so much for the comments, votes and reads!
