Broken Sparrow

Verity is young nineteen year old girl, with her life laid out before her, but her life seems to have already ended. The boy she was with since she was fifteen has made her life a living hell, however, her heart belongs to another, but the feral punishments that will follow if she goes with him are unimaginable. People thought London was a city of dreams and prosperity, filled with promise, but now the only promise she is filled with is a nightmare.

***Not appropriate for people under 15***



1. Verity

My red high-tops scuffed along the pavement, lamp-posts dotting the black street with pools of light, even though I was the only one on the street, I could hear other shoes scuffing along the tarmac in unison to mine. I wasn't alone.

My heart pounded in my chest, the icy wind cutting through my scarf and jumper as I ran along the pavement as fast as my legs could carry me. The bitterly cold wind gave you a cruel reminder that winter had arrived, burying in your bones threatening to take your breath away. My cheeks flushed as red as my cherry high-tops and my eyes stang with tears from the cold. I was ten minutes away from my house on foot, I was coming back from my friend Rachel's in the middle of the night, a stupid move if you live in the centre of south London. My body began to shut down, my breath was ripped from my lungs and I stopped to pant. I doubled over, hands on my knees, in a futile fight to catch my breath. My ears pricked up, my eyes darted from one end of the street to the other, no one was there. My ears never deceived me, I knew someone else was behind me before I started running.

My tears ran down my cheeks and I wiped them away with my gloved hand. The darkness swallowed me, no more street lights. I turned around frantically, trying to get my eyes adjusted to the dark I stupidly ran into. All that stood between me and my house was a dark and long alley, 'bottle-glass avenue' as my mum used to call it. I smacked my pockets, digging for my phone, I pulled it out knowing I'd have no battery. 

"Verity..." The voice blurted from the dark.

I didn't need any more. I ran for the alley, my legs moving at the highest pace I could manage. Smack. My legs gave up on me, refusing to run another step, my body collapsed onto the jagged gravel, tearing at my cheeks and neck. I tried to stand, pressing my hands onto the floor for balance, but instead of getting up, a slather of glass slipped into my flesh, my once white glove tainted with crimson. I squealed at the striking pain and tore off both of my gloves, exposing the trickle of blood flowing down my wrist. I took a deep breath and tried to stand once more, my body fighting for strength to come back, but I fell onto my back as my left leg gave way from beneath my weight, I had twisted my ankle. Tears threatened my eyes once more and I winced at the pain all over my body, I had no chance of running.

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