withered

Chapter One

"Hey, watch where your going!"

As you can probably all tell, today hasn't been a very great day for Venice.

Her and her mother's flight had been delayed twice before they finally got to take off and get the hell out of Hungary, now they finally landed in there designated location- with Venice suffering from sleep deprivation, only to have some guy run by and knock her over.

Venice stood up and balled her hands into fists all the while her teeth clenching, the guy gave her a dirty look before he began to stalk off. But Venice wasn't letting him get away without apologizing, she stomped towards him and grabbed him by the shoulder and twirled him around. He looked down at her with a look of surprise, her hands rested on her hips and her eyes were narrowed into slits. "You think you can just knock me over and leave without apologizing?" She questioned, her slightly deep and silky voice laced with anger. He arched an eyebrow and let our a surprised laugh, "And what exactly are you going to do about it? Punch me?"

Venice's lips curled in distaste as crossed her arms over her chest, "Is that a request? Cause' I'll happily comply."

"Venice! Jesus, édesség (sweetie), we've only been here for twenty minutes and your already picking fights." Her mother said with a small shake of her head, Venice sighed and allowed her mother to pull her away as they searched for the exit. Venice's eyes swept over the airport as she inspected everyone's outfits. The style in London was so different, the girls  wore really feminine clothing and the guys wore extremely tight jeans.

Venice glanced down at her own clothing, she had actually liked the outfit she put together.  She wore a pair of tight black  jeans and a high necked, loose fitted white singlet printed with unreadable words. Her outfit gave off that 'badass' vibe, but Venice was anything but that. She may have a bad mouth and be short tempered, but she was nice and kind other times. She figured her small town was to blame for her assertiveness and slight aggressiveness. They had lived on what people would call the 'ghetto' side of Hungary.

While her sister Barbara Palvin lived the upper class model life Venice was left to take care of her mother. Of course she loved her sister but it was had been really hard, with her mum upset because of Venice's condition and their father leaving them for some rich blonde. In between taking care of her mother and working three jobs, she had developed an interest in tattoos. She didn't have many, only three small ones.

They held great sentimental value to her, though it may not look like it. Inked onto her right wrist in small italic font were the words be brave, it reminded her that no matter what she had to stay strong, for her mother and everyone she cared for. A tiny crescent moon was tattooed on her left wrist, it helped her remember that through the darkest of times, there would always be a small light of hope

A rather small heart tattoo was printed on her pointer finger, it told Venice that she should always show love and not hate. So the tattoos were basically what helped her through every situation she had ever come across.

"Mama, where did lánytestvér (sister) say she would meet us?" Venice questioned as she searched the crowd of families for her sister, believe it or not- Barbara and Venice were twins, they were the complete polar opposites though. Barbara was more of the sweet and innocent type, the type that hadn't seen how cruel and messed up the world really was. Venice- well, she wasn't really like her sister. Many of her friends had told her when they first saw her, she gave off a bitchy vibe.

"She said she would be-" "Mama! Lánytestvér (sister)!" Venice whipped around only to be tackled into a tight hug, Venice recognized that golden locks of hair anywhere, "Barbara!" Venice cried as she hugged her sister back, "Don't forget to share some love with your Mama!"