Whatsername, chapter 1

<p>She ran down the streets until she could run no longer. She hadn't any shoes and had been stepping on glass as she ran. Her feet bled all the way and as she looked back she could see the trail she had left.</p> <p>No one understood. And the only one who understood her was gone. And she couldn't stand living with her father anymore, at least not after his last rage.</p> <p>She found a dark corner in an alley and slumped down in it and cried. Cried for he poor mother, cried for the joy she had once had, and cried for herself.</p> <p>And as she sat there she thought to herself that she had met her end. But then she saw a dark figure coming down the alley torwards her. She started to try and back up but realized that she had no place to run. But as she turned to look at the man she noticed the look on his face. The look he wore was not one of sadness or joy, it was like a story.</p> <p>She could tell there was indeed a deep sadness in him but there also seemed to be something driving him to live. And then as he got closer he reached out his hand torwards her. Without knowing why she reached back.</p> <p>As they walked out of the dark alley she looked at his face and asked, "who are you?"</p> <p>And without turning to face her he answered slowly, "I am St. Jimmy." And he asked her, "And Yours Is?"</p>
<p>She tried to reply but slowly realized, I have forgotten it. They then continued walking down the street, and she didn't know where they were going, but for some strange reason she trusted him.</p>