This is my first SVU story.

I don't own anything of Law and Order SVU

How can a person hurt another person so badly? I found myself asking that question a lot lately. I found myself wandering central park tonight around midnight when a woman noticed I was bleeding and called the cops, which landed me here in the hospital, being examined by a doctor. I cannot quite make out what they say but what I do hear is that an SVU cop is on their way. I just want to go home and crawl in my bed into to a ball and hide from the rest of the world, I feel so ashamed of myself, what will my mother say when she hears of this? I know she will be angry because I was out late in the first place. I just wish I could turn back time to 11:50 when everything went bad, when my life was stolen away from me.

XxXxXx

"Hi I'm detective Olivia Benson from SVU."

One of the nurses, a female with her hair pulled back looked up at me, "Hi, Janice." She shakes my hand.

"What happened to her?" I manage to ask even though I'm not even though I'm not looking at the nurse; I'm looking into the room trying to get a closer look at the girl.

"We don't know she won't talk, she won't even give us a name, and she refuses to speak. All we can make is she's around the ages of 14 to 16 and has extensive vaginal scaring, plenty of bruising and a knife wound to her left arm which was taken care of."

Olivia nodded as she stepped into the room.

XxXxXx

Fifteen minutes had gone by and still she hadn't found out when she was allowed to leave. She had yet to see anyone step into the room.

The door opens and a woman with brown shoulder length hair walked in, "Hi there I'm detective Olivia Benson and you are?"

Before I can say anything a nurse interjects, "She hasn't said a word since she came in."

Way to make me feel two inches tall nurse. The detective turns her attention back to smiles and me that smile my mom does before she springs bad news on "Sweetie can you tell us your name so we can find your parents, they must be worried sick about you."

"No" I say "Don't call them she'd be angry."

"There's no way they'd be angry, just tell us your name hon."

"It's Anya Hale."

She smiles at me just as the nurse heads out "what a beautiful name" she says, "now Anya I'm going to ask you some questions and if at anytime you feel uncomfortable just let me know ok."

I nod in agreement, afraid of what she will ask.

"The police found you walking near central park, is that where the attack happened?"

I just nod

"What were you doing there so late?"

"I snuck out; I just couldn't be at home any longer and left. I was planning on going to one of my friend's houses but I remembered she was out of town so I just began to walk and that was when he came up behind me."

"Can you describe your attacker?"

"He came at me from behind and it was dark. He had a dark hoodie on but I distinctly remember what he said."

"What did he say?"

I swallowed hard before saying the next part. "You wanna die tonight."

With that, I guess that was all because she excused herself from the room.

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Olivia doesn't know why but she's drawn to that girl.

She keeps looking back into the room as if by instinct.

There's something about Anya that Olivia finds so familiar yet she can't seem to put her finger on it. Those soft features, the brown hair, the brown eyes, or the way she looks at her when she speaks that reminds her of her mother.

XxXxXx

"I'm sure El; he even said the same thing. Ok I'll be waiting here."

"Detective Benson." I turn to Janice "the girl's mother is on her way, she sounded pretty angry so be prepared for what's to come."

"Thanks."

Remembering about Anya I, head back into the room.

I smile to her "sorry about that I had to call my partner, he's on his way, as is your mother."

Her face fell "Oh no."

"It's okay she's your mother she won't be angry, you're the victim here. And if things end up getting to hasty we can always send her out."

"Well then be prepared."

It wasn't long until both Anya's mother and Detective Elliot Stabler arrived.

"Just what the hell did you think you were planning on doing going out late at night, a fifteen year old should be in bed at the time." Her mother was ranting.

Anya kept calm by replying, "I was going to visit a friend but I never made it okay."

And with that came a slap leaving Anya clutching her face and Elliot escorting her mother to the waiting room.

"I'm sorry about that," she said to me.

I looked over to her surprised that she was apologizing to me.

"I should be the one apologizing Anya, we brought her here."

That was when she surprised me even more "She isn't even my mother."

Astonished I ask, "You're adopted?"

Anya just nodded.

It cannot be possible I said to myself. There is no way, yet there's so much that adds up, her age, her features and yet I still can't think it's possible.

Anya can't be the daughter I was forced to give away fifteen years ago.