But I'm Barely Breathing (A The Script FanFic) (Sequel to Millionaires)

Chapter 11- Cracked

“She’s the only one that can fix him.” Glen says and I sigh,

“Yes but…after all that happened?” I say and Glen too sighs.

“I know…well…we will just have to find a way.” He says, bringing the car to a stop. I look out of the window towards the house, the only light coming from the downstairs window, and feel something strange in my heart. “Well, night then.” Glen says, looking at me expectantly.

“Yeh…umm…night.” I say, opening the car door and stepping out. I give him a wave, waiting for him to drive off but he doesn’t. So, slowly, reluctantly, I make my way toward the house. When I’m on the doorstep I turn back one last time, begging for him to leave, but he is still there, waiting for me to go in, forcing me inside. I sigh, digging out my keys from deep within my pocket before slotting them into the door for the first time in a month.

“Home sweet home.” I mutter before slowly pushing open the door and stepping inside.

*Kara’s POV*

The wind bites at my skin, sending shivers through my body as my clothes slowly filled with water, dragging them down and making it hard to move. I find myself longing for the warmth of central heating, the shelter of a roof and walls. But I can have none of those things, and I doubt I will ever be able to have them again.

I sigh, mentally trying to slap myself out of the mind-set. Why am I still not used to this yet? It’s been months...almost a year I think, so why am I still not used to it?

I guess, it’s because you can never get used to it, being alone, being cold and dirty, being lost. Is it even worth it? Would I have been better just staying? I would have had a home at least…well…sort of.

No, no I wouldn’t have had a home. I didn’t have a home for months, years before I actually left. I lost all sense of a home, or a family, a very long time ago.

I keep walking along the streets as street lights flicker on around me, as the rain finds its way through every inch of my clothes. The music from a nearby shop slowly drifts out into the slowly quietening streets and I smile a little. When I was younger, walking along the streets in late evening with Marley, the rain falling all around me, the warm, orange light of the streetlamps reflecting off the droplets, music playing in my ears; I used to pretend I was in a film. It’s odd, but those evening where probably the best times of my life.

The rain begins to grow heavier, spattering down on me, intent on trying to crush me to the ground. I duck my head and speed up my pace, slipping down an alley way where the tightly packed building provide some shelter from the downpour. Up ahead I see the wall falls back into what I assume to be a doorway, it’s not ideal but it looks sheltered enough. However as I approach I hear a familiar sound, covered slightly by the rain; someone is crying.

I could just turn away, find a different doorway to shelter in, I have enough troubles as it is without having to console a crying person. But…I can’t just leave them, because I know what that’s like, I know what it’s like to be left like that and I can’t put that onto someone else.

I slip into the doorway, relived to be out of the rain. I hear the crying stifle itself slightly as the perpetrator notices my presents. “Bad day?” I ask, rubbing my arms, trying to warm the up. There is a sniff and in the dim light I see the outline of the person huddled in the corner nod. “First night on the streets?” I ask.

“Second.” The figure croaks; a female voice?

I sigh, I can’t just leave her on her own, she only sounds about twelve, I can’t just leave her.

I try to move towards her but stumble on something and the girl takes a panicked breath.

“Oh, sorry.” I say as she snatches up the guitar. “Do you play?” I ask as I slide down the door a couple of feet from her. The girl nods again, “I see,” I say; busking doesn’t get you much but it gets you something…

“I’m Kara.” I say, holding my hand out to the girl, putting on my friendliest smile. She slowly takes it, giving it such a small shake I barely feel it…or is that just cold? “So, what’s your name?” I ask. For a moment she is silent, gazing down at her guitar, before finally she answers.

“Amber, my name is Amber.” She says, looking up at me and I catch a glimpse of cooper eyes in the moonlight. 

“Well Amber, if you like, I shall be your guide, welcome to the gutters, don’t worry, it’s not quite as bad as it seems, at least you can see the stars.”

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hiya guys! Long time no see hey? lol so sorry about that but this weekend has been the first in a month where i have had no exams...and im afraid after this i probs wont have time to update for another month because i have all my end of year exams after easter and im away some of the time and revising the rest and i have a french GCSE speaking (which im terrible at) before the holidays so ive gotta work for that! So yeh, sorry!

But anyway hope u liked this update! Just incase u were confused Kara's POV was a flashback :) lol but yeh, really hope u liked it! thanks so much for reading please do vote and comment! ur all amazing! :)

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