looks up timidly and whispers hello, my name is Cheyenne
slowly collects herself, looking around in a near panic
I don't remember how i got here, I remember telling my fiance I had just lost the baby, alot of pain and waking up on the docks.

I was born in New York, my father is a congressman, my mother a lawyer. I went to school to be a lawyer myself. Met a wonderful man, and was going to be married soon, we were going to have a baby.inhales slowly, and composes herself

I haven't met anyone since i got here, took the last bit of cash i had in my purse and bought a place earlier, then decided I need some help. I just wanna go home eyes gloss over in rage and i want that son of a b*tch to pay for what he did to me

I suppose i should go see a doctor, and file a report with the local P.D., then find some work, and figure out where the hell i am.

stands up, straightening out her wrinkled and torn clothes, walks over to the washbasin, and cleans the dried blood off her face, whisperingneed to find some medical supplies, soap, and shampoo, so i can clean up the rest of these wounds too