I will not give up.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Chapter 1 (v.1) - I will not give up.

Submitted: March 15, 2012

Reads: 207

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(Kaito's POV)

As I wander around the snow covered streets of New York, I can't help but smile. I love cold weather. It heightens my senses. A freezing gust of wind swirls around me, and I suck in my breath. My cloak flutters in the night air, reveling my short black dress that has been ripped and torn from years of living on the streets. I have nothing else besides my cloak, dress, and a pair of broken, black, flats. Everything else of mine was to worn out to wear or I gave them to people who needed them more.
"Sister," I hear a child's voice sound in my head, "it's cold."
"I know it is," I whisper.
"Do you think we can find someplace warm to be for a bit?" Asks another voice in my head, but this ones more mature, and sinister.
"Soon my sisters," I answer. I keep walking down the street of dilapidated buildings. Cars rush past me every five minutes. Every time one does I tense up, for you don't know you could jump out of one. With four different gangs after me, including the one I used to be in, and the scientists who want to cut open my skull to dissect my brain. Scientists are always looking for new and exciting theories. They've never heard of a human with MPD (Multiple Personality Disorder) where the person can hear the voices of the other personalities. But, then again I'm not human either.
I'm 97% percent human, 3% cat. Yes, cat. I was genetically altered while I was still in the womb. Then, when I was born, they told my parents I had died, and carted me off to the Institute. There, I was put into a cell, and tested on. If I didn't do as instructed, I was beaten. I got beaten a lot when I was there. That's how my disorder was created. To many punches to my head, my brain split into three. There was Kaito, my main personality who is a 15 year old girl. My second personality is Negaito, an 8 year old child who is very shy. Then my third personality is Akaito, a homicidal maniac. She rarely shows up. It only happens when Negaito is harmed, or if I ask for her help.
As I whisper to my other personalities, a black van speeds past me then suddenly screeches to a stop.
"This is bad," I hear Akaito say. I pull the hood of my cloak closer around my face and keep my head down. I quicken up my pace and hurry by the van.
"Hey sexy," a male voice says from the van, "Why don't you come home with me tonight?"
I spin around to glare at him, "I am a runaway, not a prostitute!" I scream at him, scooping up a handful of snow and chucking it at his front window.
"You bitch!" I hear him scream as I continue to walk. I also hear his car door open then get slammed shut.
"Crap," I whisper to my self as I continue to walk.
"Three..." I hear Akaito count, "Two... One... Now!" I spin around as quick as I can with my arm extended out so I strike him across the face. I don't hesitate to pull back my right leg and kick his side. He stumbles back and I step forward and give him an uppercut.
"Don't fuck with me!" I yell at him and break out into a run. I have to get away. After about 10 minutes of running I turn into an ally way, and press myself up against the cement wall. I'm gasping for breath. I haven't run that far in a few weeks.
"I have to start running again," I say to myself as I regain my breath. I crouch down and wrap my cloak closer around my body. I start shivering. "Fuck," I say, "I need to find someplace warm, or I'll die of hypothermia," I breath warm air on to my hands, and rub them together.
I stay like this for hours, crouching in the ally, struggling to keep warm. Hiding from the world that despritly wanted me dead. I'm just a toy to every one. A toy that refuses to be played with. And for that I'm proud. I will not let them take me back to the Institute, or kill me!
I get to my feet and, suddenly full of energy, start running. It doesn't matter where I'm going, I just need to be one step in front of the enemy. If they find me I'm done for. I'll only let Akaito take over as a last resort. As I run, I soon take in a rhythm of watching my feet disappear and reappear in front of me. Soon, I'm oblivious to everything. The cars honking when I speed in front of them, the cries of people I sprint past. Everything.
My body suddenly hits something very hard, and solid, which sent me spiraling to the ground. I gasp in shock, and start coughing.
"Oh my," says a kind voice and a he holds out his hand. I take his hand, and he helps me to my feet. "I'm sorry miss. I wasn't looking."
"N-no, it's my fault. I was the one running." I say as I try to regain my breath. I hadn't realized how far I ran. I try to suppress a shiver as a gust of cold air hits us.
"Are you okay?" he asks as I shiver. I shake my head, and I start to feel faint. With no warning my legs collapse from under neath me and darkness consumes me.


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