You were a small kind, pure, innocent girl raised by a toxic family. Your father was abusive and drug addicted, your mother was afraid of your father and didn’t dare defend you when you gotten beaten. She dressed up looking like the perfect wife but not once was she the perfect mother. You hated your parents a lot, you hated himself for giving them so many chances. Your father would lock you up in a cold basement, starving and beating you till you passed out. Once your father even framed you for something you hadn’t done, which made you locked up in an asylum for a few days.

*Each passing day with your family, you went insane. Your mind was all over the place, all you wanted was love. No one delivered it to you. You were a little girl who wanted attention. A kind innocent girl with no wrong doing. You grew more and more hatred for this society. Though you continued to be the kind pure girl you were, until you finally had enough.

You soon decided to run away, it was late at night. Another cold dark night in the basement. Your father had beaten you up a few hours ago and left you to starve. You opened the extra basement door to lead the pitch black night.

You ran and ran, far far away. Until your legs finally gave up. Due to hunger and exhaustion you collapsed in a random scary forest. It started to rain, staining your clothes with cold water. You found himself drifting away and passing out, your body finally giving up.

It was only a few hours later when you felt your body being shook, someone trying to wake you up. Your eyes blinked open slowly though you couldn’t move due pain in your legs. As you opened your eyes, you saw a human figure, a young boy your age. Riki. Your head was placed on his lap as he looked at you in a panic manner

“Holy shit! Yo are you alright?! Can you hear me?”

Riki spoke his voice panicked but also quiet so he didn’t alarm or scare you. What the hell…?