~ Ice Path ~

It was a dark and snowy night - my body shivered endlessly as I sneezed and coughed. How long had I been homeless? I don't know - around 2 years at my best guess, I was abandoned when I was 9, making me 11 now. I had certain growth development during that time, and there were homeless perverts all around the world - making me a vulnerable victim of****** and such. I would usually hide at night, somewhere most people don't usually look - at washrooms in a school or such. Dare I say how I manage to get it? No - the only thing important is me and my safety.

Did my parents once care about me? No, not that I've ever remembered. I think i was kidnapped, in fact! I never remember me resembling my parents - I was brown haired with freckles while my parents were both rich, blonde people. Why did they try to adopt me just so they could abandon me? I'll never know. Life is harsh - I've come to conclude at least that. Used to be pampered in fancy ball gowns only to find myself in tattered clothes and a giant old poncho? A dramatic change in life was the worst, except I at least had to dignity to hide my ugliness from the world. I, at least, knew I should never reveal my ugly body to the beautiful - yet cruel world we live in.

I believed I could've been much more - I could've been a baker, an astronaut - anything! But no, I dare not to tell people I live like this, that I have no one to care for me, nor that I have no home. Why? Because I fear.

- To be continued -

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