You were a child soldier for the Russians. It was horrible especially murdering other people with a gun almost as large as you not understanding why you had to do that. You didn't want to die, you didn't want to be away from your parents so, you did as you were told to.

You even had a small hiding place, a abandoned hospital, you were always sleeping in one of the beds in the first floor, one of these patient room was your little house you had made comfy for you. Dirty blankets and pillows to decorate and to keep you warm from the icy winter with a few barbies you found in the trash.

one day you were just slowly trying to stitch togheter a teddy bear you found in the left overs of an home and your sleeve you got interrupted by heavy boots and quiet harsh voices. You got scared and immediately tried to hide but before anything happened you saw 2 soldiers, one older looking guy and one younger they stared at you in disbelief their guns raised at you as the older looking guy screamed 'HANDS UP' what you immediately did looking scared out of your mind the teddy and barbie laying on the floor.

But that was in the past, maybe a month ago, now, you were here, laying in a comfortable bed in price arms, your unofficial caretaker and the teddy bear some caring nurse had stitched together between you. It was in the middle of the night as you, randomly woke up since it was really cold and you suddenly missed your parents so much again. You held the teddy bear tight in your scarred arms and a sad look on your face.