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Author of 13 Stories |
This is a Will/Irma song fiction. It may get a little weird later. I don't own W.i.t.c.h. Now, on to the fiction. The song I used in this fiction was 'Special Needs' by Placebo. That song rocks! Okie..
No one was home, her mom was out with 'some guy'. It was 10 o'clock, she should leave. She packed her stuff earlier, she had money, she was only waiting for the right time. Will got up off of her bed, all she had to do was leave, now, and get it over with. She took her duffle bag, filled with clothes and such, and got her keys. She put on her black sneakers. The train station was close, she could walk there, despite the rain. She took one last look around her room, and walked toward the door of the apartment. Her hand trembled, she felt a twinge of doubt. She shook it off and opened the door. Will stepped out into the dimly lit empty hallway. Silence, all but the rain on the windows and the sound of a door being locked. Footsteps echoed and slowly disappeared into the night.
She went down the stairs. Each step took its toll on her conscience. She wanted to burst into tears, but she didn't do so, she knew she had to leave. She opened the door to the building and stepped out. The rain fell on her dark green jacket, there was no note on the table.