Traces Of Love From A Summer Rain
Description
Kim MiCha is found laying on the street, suffering from hypothermia and her body is badly violated.. When she wakes up, she's at her saviors dorm, and it's decided that she'll have to stay there.
Will Shinee regret saving her, or could it actually been the best that happened to them? And are they willing to help when her dark past is chasing after her?
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Okay... This is my first ever written fanfic, and probably the first story I've ever posted somewhere.
So please don't be to harsh on me! (a)
Anyway, I myself don't reaaally know the story line yet.. So we'll see how it turns out ;D
I really that I hope you'll like it.. Just a warning is that I have a habit of writing quite dramatic.. As you probably will see, so don't get mad at me for that either, or my lack of good english!
Enjoy your reading, And don't forget to leave a comment! Either about how exellent I am as an author (>.>) or more likely what I can do to improve myself!
Ciao! ;D
Foreword
I don't understand what's happening with me! A moment ago everything was fine! Well... I felt fine physical atleast. Now the whole world is spinning round in front of my eye, yet it feels like everything's moving in slowed pace. I cannot discern the faces of people walking by, and the street's now becoming a complete blur. Just when I think I'm about to fall, I get hold of the streetlamp next to me, and it helps me not to lose my balance.
The pain had firstly struck my stomach. But now my head was pounding too, and felt like it was about to explode. Suddenly I start sweat, and when I turn my face up, I thankfully let the fresh drops of the summer rain cool my heated forehead.
My eyes are now filled with tears as I'm starting to look along the street. Not a single person seemsto see me! Can't somebody help me, please?!
I open my mouth. But I can't get the words out, because now the pain returns. I put my hands om my tummy. It hurts so much that my legs can no longer stay firm and as a result of that, my whole body collapse onto the street. Now sitting on the pavement with that streetlamp at my back, I lean my head down on my knees, crying my heart out. This was definitely the worst day of my life!
That's when I hear a dark, yet worried voice ask:
"How are you?"
I look up, but I can't see the person clear because of all the tears in my eyes. But I can see him sit there before me, with an umbrella in his hand. My eyes meet his and I open my mouth to answer. When everything becomes dark.
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