So recently I left pimd but I'm returning ONLY to write stories! Hope you enjoy this story, comment and criticism please!!! Have fun reading! JÖDĮĒ! _______ Kims pov What had I done? Those people... Their dead! I did it for him...I did it for pete, but at what cost? I grew up around these people, they were like family to me... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I had grown up as an orphan since I was 6, I tried to fit in at the orphanage but the other children were intimated by me... I was special... I could break your wrist in seconds or twist your neck like that. I was sick, the orphanage was not only full of cruel, ignorant children but the rooms were dingy, Damp and depressing, the stench of rotten food and the drab colours of grey and white taunted me. I had to get away... Life out of the orphanage was tuff but one day I found a new home. This home was different, people respected me, they cared for me, some may say I lived with the homeless in an old, ruined house, it wasn't like that for me. By the time was 13 I began to change, I turned into a teenager, I had to work for my stay, we all gave in our earnings to buy food. We didnt have much but at least we got satisfaction in eating. I started to work as a dancer on the streets. One day I met a man, by this time I was 16, he said he had work in a bar... Little did I know he meant a strip bar. The pay was good but it didn't feel right, I felt I had let myself down. Every night I went back to the slum I called a home and woke up the next morning to beg. Life was bad but at least I had a roof over my head and a bite to eat. One night at the bar, i finished as usual and left, it was around 4am. As I was treading home... Alone in a dark alley at 4am, I saw this distorted figure lying in the middle of a road. I gingerly walked over to find a hit and run victim. He was still breathing but I could barely see him for the blood on his body. I took his phone, but before I rang 999 I began to think... "If I rob him and run, no one would know..." I was left with a choice... "help him or help myself?" Ok barely started but what do u think? Do u like it?please comment
Next update Petes pov ~~~~~~~~~~~ I woke up in a hospital bed, the white linen lying across my body was soft and pure as were the Walls and the girl sleeping in the chair beside me...
crap cut off!) She woke up abruptly, "oh hello" she said,her voice like an angel. She explained to me what happened, she told me her name, kim. I thanked her deeply. Her soft blue eyes glistened in the light, her smooth brown hair sat perfectly on her shoulders yet her clothes looked tattered and old. She told me all about the home she lived in, she told me about being homeless and her job. I hated homeless people but she was special. I grew up in the country, my father was wealthy and my mother was a gold digger. We lived happily until I moved out. I lived in an apartment, I felt like an ignorant, snobby pig when I was around her, but her words soothed me like silk. I knew I had to have her! Kims pov $$$$$$$$$$$$$$ I looked at his broken body laying in the bed. He looked at me as if I was a princess yet I felt scum against his wealth. Surrounding him were gift baskets and roses. New clothes and watches. My lust for him grew. I soon found out he disliked the homeless and it made me feel ugly. We talked for hours but I had to leave... I told I would visit him soon but I never returned. I felt pointless around him and he didn't need me! 2 years later I saw him again...