Sometimes, you just have to get on with your life. Sometimes, things that have passed are in the past. Sometimes, you can forget about your life and move on without a backwards glance. And sometimes you can't.
Sometimes, you just have to get on with your life. Sometimes, things that have passed are in the past. Sometimes, you can forget about your life and move on without a backwards glance. Amber knew these things as she ran through the streets of god-knows-where in London. But "sometimes" was the operative word. And they didn't apply to her.
The sound of splashing in the shallow puddles around her feet and the hammering of her footsteps on the cobbled ground echoed against the sides of the narrow alleyway she was running down.
She tripped and fell on a sharp stone, causing a small puddle to turn pink with her blood. That didn't matter. She'd already spilled enough of her own blood that one more cut, accidental or otherwise, didn't matter.
Her arms and legs were covered in pink scars, some fresher that the rest. Each one had a "reason" behind it, although Amber had forgotten all of them. All of them apart from the heart-shaped one on the inside of her right wrist. She knew the reason for that all too well.
She could still hear the harsh footsteps of her pursuiant behind her, but she wasn't worried about what he would do to her. She pretty much knew already and she was sure she'd be well out of harm's way before he could get his filthy hands on her one more time.
She was suddenly temporarily blinded by the lights of the city as she rounded a corner and came face-to-face with London Bridge. She saw how beautiful it was at night, and even in the rain it was a magnificent sight to behold. Funny how you don't realise how beautiful things are until it's too late. And it was far too late for Amber.
Taking a couple of deep breaths, she ran and jumped over the stone barrier that was supposed to stop people like Amber from doing this. She'd always been a talented athlete. But the talent would never blossom.
By the time the dark man had reached the bridge, the ripples where Amber had hit the water had already faded away.