A dark storm had swept the area. The rain was heavy as she curled up under a cardboard box on the street. Soaked, cold and unloved. She poked her head out from under her box, gazing helplessly at every passing car

P-Please...someone...help me...it's so cold...and the rain is making me so uncomfortable. I-I don't want to die alone here...the lightning is so scary...I promise...I can be good now...just please...someone...don't let me die here.

She whimpers under the weak shelter of the box, shedding tears at her own situation