My name is Renoa, I live anywhere and everywhere. I don't have a home and this is my life. "Ohiyo Renoa, time to wake up." Shouted mum from the living room.

"Yay!" I squeeled. Today was my fourth birthday, I hope everyone remembered.

I got up and ran through the small house like a puppy. Out of my bedroom door, through the tight hallway and into the living room. The door was to the right, as it always will be. "Come on, lets get you ready." Mum said through a very vibrant smile. I smiled back.

She always had the best smile in the world. It could light up anyone's day. She was so beautiful, long dark red hair which was always braided down her back, shining blue eyes that you could drown in, a cute button nose and amazing plump lips. She had an amazing body as well. Very slim, medium sized boobs and a few curves in the right places.

"Hai!" I almost shouted, in pure excitement. Mum walked me through the hallway to the bathroom to help me with the shower. I threw my nightgown over my head and onto the floor, along with my underwear. Into a messy pile by the door. She had already turned the shower on so all I had to do was get in.

I jumped into the lukewarm shower and giggled. "Mum, why does the water tickle so much?" I asked in between giggling.

The female giggled, then replied with, "Its because it wants to be your friend." With that I grabbed the shampoo and wet my hair. I scrubbed my hair until I felt the bubbles foaming from my scalp and dripping down onto my shoulders. I then grabbed the soap and the scrunchie, and began to scrub my skin lightly, making sure I got everywhere clean. I rinsed my short, bright red hair until there were no bubbles left at all, flipping my head back to make sure no bubbles would journey down my face into my sparkling purple eyes.

I jumped out, literally. Mum was holding a big, pink, fluffy towel out ready to trap me in and attack me with cuddles. Just as always, she wrapped me up in the warm towel and pulled me closer to her. I squirmed and tried to get free. How embarrassing, I thought to myself. She held me tighter in her arms.

I gave up struggling and leaned into my mum for warmth. She smelled so nice. Almost as if she was a cherry blossom herself. "Time to get ready," she said as she peppered my face with kisses.

I love my mum so much, she's the only female I love with my heart. She let go of me, and I jumped up and dried myself as quick as I could. I wrapped the towel around me again so I could go to my room and get ready.

"Happy birthday sweetheart." She gently whispered as I walked into my room.

I stopped with my mouth hanging open, looking at the giant teddy sitting on the floor next to the toy box. The one I've always wanted and wished for. The one with the light brown fur, embroidered feet, big round, black eyes, and the fluffy red heart on its tummy. I screamed, out of happiness.

'Yay, she brought him for me!' I thought, hoping it wasn't a dream. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I turned around a leaped on her, hugging her very tightly. "I knew you wouldn't forget."

She giggled and closed the door. "Are you ready to look pretty for your guests?" She asked me.

'Guests? What guests?' I thought to myself, but I nodded my head in excitement and turned to go to my closet. She grabbed my arm. "Wait a minute Renoa." I turned to see her smiling brighter than she normally does. Wow she's so amazing. She picked me up and carried me over to the other side of the room, where a white and pink dress was hanging up on the door.

"Is...that for me?" I asked innocently. She nodded. She got the dress down and took it off of the coat hanger. It was beautiful. The most beautiful dress I had ever seen. It was white with pink frills at the bottom, and a cute pink ribbon around the waist. I grabbed some underwear from the top drawer and put them on.

Mum then helped me into the dress. It made me look so cute. I looked into the mirror and twirled around. 'Wow, I really do look like a princess!' I thought whilst poking the ribbon at my waist. I looked at mum and my face dropped. She didn't look like she normally does. She was frowning and had what I can only describe as worry lines taking over her face. I looked away.

"Come on, let's do your hair." She said in her usual tone. 'That's odd.' I thought, and sat down on my bed and let her dry my hair with the hair dryer. Once it was dry she put it in a pony tail at the back of my head and curled it slightly. I looked amazing.

Knock, knock, knock.

Someone was at the door. I looked towards mum, who smiled. "I'll be right back, okay?" With that, she left my room and went to answer the door.

I stood up and decided to clean my room. I picked up the towel and threw it near the door, to put into the laundry. I picked up the three toys that were on the floor and put them in my toy box, then I walked to the bedroom door and picked my towel up. I'd better put this in the washing pile. I walked to the bathroom and put the towel in the washing pile.

Mum was taking ages to come back. Maybe it was guests. Maybe it was a sales person. I don't know. Either way dad was home so he could have stayed with them while she was with me. Dad normally worked in his study as he's a busy person; I don't see him that often.

I walked through to the living room and there stood a strange figure. I looked on the floor and saw blood, it couldn't be could it? No surly not. It was tomato juice, yes, it was tomato juice.

I quietly walked back to my room.

"Oi, it's the child." a strange man shouted. I started to run and hid underneath the bed.

I knew deep down that it was defiantly not tomato juice, that was hopeful thinking.

"Where the hell did she go?" Another male voice yelled, followed by a; "shhh."

A minute later the front door slammed. I stayed under the bed for a minute longer just to he sure, then I shimmied out from under the bed and sneaked through to the living room.

The strange men had left. I walked behind the sofa. I saw what I had feared the most. My mum lay in a pool of her own blood, her hair blending into the colour. I panicked. What was I supposed to do? I knelt in the blood. Getting my new dress filthy.

I shook her. "Mum! Wake up, please!" I screamed. Tears started pooling up in my eyes, and dripping down my face, eventually colliding with mums still body. "Please. Don't. No. Mum. Please..." I begged between sobs, wishing this entire scene away.

The door opened with a bang. A woman walked in, she was in her early fifties with graying hair. Soon after a male walked in. I didn't know what he looked like as he had his hood up. I looked at them. I started to go dizzy. I turned to look at my arm, where it had started to hurt. My drooping eyes must have deceived me. Why would they attack me with a needle?

"Mum...please." I whispered. The man strode over to me and picked me up bridal style, he carried me to the front door and into a blacked out SUV. He laid me on the back seats and slammed the door. I couldn't move much, as I felt numb. I lifted my hand up to the ceiling, as the world went dark.