Four strong hands grabbed my legs and pushed me backwards, over the railing. I felt their sweaty hands on my ankles, saw the group of guys below me distracted by big chested girls in skimpy outfits. Disgusting. And then I didnt feel anything holding on to me, only the air catching my breath away as I fell. Suddenly, instead of looking at the ground rushing towards me, I was looking up. Up into Sam's yellow-green eyes. And I looked deep into those eyes until pain swept over me with such force that I lost hold of myself.
I woke up to find myself laying in the middle of a wet road. I looked up to see rain pouring from an ink black sky. I slowly stood, confused by my surroundings. I was in the middle of a small city, people frozen in akward positions. They were all staring at me.
"Newcomer."
The word was whispered around me. Where was I? Why wasn't I at the mall? Then I remembered. Jim. Sam. Falling.
God.
I spun around, trying to see if I could recognize any part of this strange city, any of these people. I failed. I was in a strange place, with strange people. I should've had injuries, but I felt fine, and I had no idea how I got here.
Then he appeared.
(sam)
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All I could remember where her eyes, staring up at me, and then I was standing next to her, looking into those bottomless brown eyes. "Ania?" I asked uncertaintly. I had seen her fall. How was she alright?
She was alright. I sighed in relief. She hadn't been hurt.
I looked up and saw she had a surrised look on her delicate face. She masked it by turning from me and running off into the staring crowd surrounding us.
I ran after her, desperate to see her.
(ania)
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"Ania!" He was calling after me.
God! I thought How could he be here? And where was I?!
I kept on running, confussed and shocked faces surrounding me. I pushed on, block after block, his voice starting to fade behind me. I guess all those years of track and soccer would come in handy, after all.
Suddenly an old woman appeared in front of me. "Move!" I growled at her. She just grabbed my arm with unexpected stranght and dragged me into a small, dark building. And there was Sam, struggling in the grasp of an old man.
"Let go!" He grunted. "She's getting away! Let GO!"
He stopped when he saw me
Ok, that's it. Sorry for any confusion - I know I'm bad at keeping the same tense among other things. I'm working on it! This is just part of Chpt 1. It'll take a while to get through chpt 1, it's kinda long, and the perspective often changes. Please keep reviewing it, and I'll start on an edited draft. Thank you guys!
