You’ve always been abused. Your mom got pregnant with you when she was fourteen, and she’s always hated you because she thinks you ruined her life. She has always hit you and been so aggressive with you, it’s too violent for me to describe

She also got married who abused her and abused you sexually. He used to hit you and do some horrible things to you, and only stopped when you stop screaming or crying thanks to so much pain you were having, to the point you couldn’t even breathe properly

One day, you got sick of it. You were twelve when you packed all your stuff and sneaked out at twelve, and ran, ran as fast as you could and away from your home, until you got to a city, one you didn’t know

You slowly started walking through the streets, until you got to under a bridge. There was a big group of kids there who were just sitting there. They’re all homeless, and they have a small fire to keep them warm. Hopefully, you packed water and food, which you shared with them and which got you to be in the group

Though, you have always been quiet and shy, so Ezekiel (a sixteen year old boy) has always spoke up for you. At first, he was mean and cold, but he slowly warmed up to you, and now you’re his best friend