It was raining out. Freezing cold water droplets full of sadness fell from the dark clouds from above. A girl was running through the rain in rags and was obviously cold. She had long brown curly locks that were down to her shoulders. Her eyes were a deep blue like the ocean floor and she was around the age of 15. She was running through the Paris streets as the clock struck midnight. She had a shawl covering her head as she pointlessly tried to keep herself dry. As she ran through the puddles mud splashed on her raggedy clothing and it mixed with the blood and sweat. Blood,tears and rain fell from the girls cheeks as she ran through the streets out of breathe. She found an ally way and hurried to it. She leaned her whole body against the wall making sure she was silent. Blood from a new open flesh wound from her face was now covering her face in crimson. She could hardly breathe as she watched a man with a whip in his hand searching for something. This man was a vile man whom looked like he had been drinking and hadn't showered in years. The girl could smell the alcohol and the stench of the man that passed her. The girl plugged her nose as he passed and silently preyed to herself. When the man had passed the girl gave a sigh of relief and slumped down to the ground. She touched the new scar that was bleeding on her face and took the sleeve of her dress and whiped it. She also whipped the tears from her face and the dirt. The girl had just ran away from a orphanage which she had lived in ever since she was born. She was abused there and preyed almost everyday that she would die. She had dozens of scars covering her back and scabs from recent ones. All of the girls and boys were abused and were cruel to her. She had loathed every day in that living hell and finally had the courage to leave that horrid place. The girl had no clue who her mother or father were but all she had was a necklace. The necklace was on a golden chain and on the end of the chain was a locket in the shape of a heart. In the locket was a picture of some sort of buliding and a letter from her mother. The girl would always cry when she read the letter from her mother who had died shortly after her birth. The letter contained a little message that wrote
" To my dear child,
I don't think I will live much longer but I want you to know that I will always love you. This picture will lead you to your father who also loves you very much but does not know about you. I will be watching over you my daughter. Love, Your mother"
The girl had read the letter so many times at the paper was wrinkled and in bad shape but the daughter cared for it more then anything else. The girl sat against the wall for a couple more minutes making sure she was safe and carefully got up. She was freezing cold and her limbs were numb. She slowly walked down the road looking for any signs of shelter. The girl was now blind walking through the pouring rain and began to feel her spirit begin to leave her. Then in the distance she saw a buliding which seemed abandoned. It looked like it had been burned badly and not in use for a long time. She walked over to the buliding finding boards covering the windows and doors. She looked through a crack in the wood and saw that it had indeed been abandoned. She knew this had to be some kind of sign from whomever and quickly pulled the boards off the window. She carefully pushed herself in and traveled into the strange buliding. Dust was everywhere and statues were all over the floor. She thought to herself that this place must have been popular many years ago. She soon found a piece of cloth and covered her drench body in it. She noticed how warm this place was compared to outside and thanked the lord that today she wouldn't join her mother. As she looked around the strange place she felt like she had been here before. Like something was calling her. The girl thought she was going crazy for she was really tired and cold. She found a corner where she was comfortable and sat down covering her body tightly with the cloth. She soon drifted off to sleep but little did she know that a man was watching her from above.