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Chapter 1

I stared down at the streets below me. I have gotten into a very bad habit of sleeping on fire escapes so my back was killing me. I laid face down and stared through the cracks. I didn't even have a clue of what time it was. My last watch broke. The Narrows isn't the safest place in the world so I sleep as high off the ground as possible. I sighed and got on the latter of the escape. I kicked the hook and the latter started to drop to the next level. I jumped to that latter next and rode it down. I kept doing that until I was finally at the ground. I grabbed my backpack which I had hid behind a trashcan. I slung it over my shoulder and jogged down the street.

I came to a tall apartment building and began climbing the fire escape to the fifth floor window. I opened it and crawled in.

"You know you don't have to sneak around Bianca." I looked up in shock.

"I'm sorry Meredith. I didn't know what time it was and I didn't want to disturb you or Eve." Meredith was a short Caucasian woman and Eve was her eleven year old daughter. It had to be early because Meredith was still in her robe and her long black hair, which is usually well done, was knotted up in a bun.

"You know your always welcome here Bianca. Would you like some breakfast?" she asked walking into the kitchen.

"Yes mam." I smiled. I first looked at myself in a mirror in the hall. I didn't look to good either. My long black hair was in to braided pig tails which now looked like crap. There were very dark circles under my bright green eyes. I also stared in shame at my scars. One of them was very obvious, as it sat right in the middle of my red lips. Another went from the left side of my cheek and traced up seven inches towards my nose. The last started at my neck and went up two inches passed my chin. Next thing I knew Meredith pulled me away from the mirror.

"Quit staring." she almost growled.

"Sorry." I said sadly as I sat at the table.

"Bianca!" Eve came running down the hall and she gave me a rib crunching hug.

"Easy there honey." I choked. She released.

"Sorry." she smiled. Eve is a beautiful girl. Even in the morning. Her long black hair was in a low pony tale. Her eyes were a lovely honey brown and her white skin was truly flawless. There wasn't a day I didn't see her smiling.

"So, have anything fun planned today?" asked Meredith as she piled pancakes in front of Eve and myself.

"Do I ever? I need to make some more money so I may do some more drawings. Speaking of which." I reached into my bag and pulled out a hundred dollar bill and handed it to Meredith.

"Oh sweety I can't take that from you."

"I want you to though. I sold a drawing yesterday and made this and I want you to have it." I laid it down on the table in front of her. She looked as if she was going to cry. Meredith works two jobs just to make a living for her and Eve.

"Thank you." she smiled and took the money.

"Bianca why do you wear that glove?" Eve asked. I looked down at my right hand that was shielded by a black leather glove. I'm surprised she hasn't asked before.

"Um, reasons." I tried to smile as I rubbed the palm of my hand.

"Don't ask stupid questions Eve. A girl is entitled to her secrets."

"Sorry mom." she said shyly.

"She's fine Meredith." I sighed. "Do you have the time?"

"Oh yes." she looked at her watch. "Seven thirty."

"Thanks, I better get going." I grabbed my bag and crawled out to the fire escape.

"You know we have a door." said Eve.

"I know. This is just more fun, later." I crawled down the latter and back to the ground. It was late November in Gotham, so it was getting pretty cold. The high today was only going to be sixty. I zipped up my jacket and started walking.

"Hey scar face!" crap. I sighed and saw five guys walking towards me. All of them older then me. That just shows you how some people are in this city. Being fifteen and people are ganging up on you. The oldest of the group was Todd at nineteen and The youngest was Andrew who was sixteen.

"Yes?" I asked in a dull tone.

"Going back to the homeless center?" one of them asked.

"Just taking a walk. Care to join?" I asked. Mainly looking at Andrew. He's the nicest guy in the group. Which is really what I don't understand.

"Huh, who would want to walk with you anyway scar face." smirked another who flipped one of my braids.

"So, got anything good?" Todd asked as he pulled my backpack off and started to root through it.

"Do we really have to do this now?" I asked. They just laughed, all instead of Andrew.

"Come on guys. Lets just go." he finally spoke up.

"Whats up with you Andy? Have a thing for scar face?" asked one of them.

"No, she just isn't worth our time." I could tell he was lying. He just choked.

"Come on Andy, we're just having fun." Todd grabbed my jacket and pulled it down. Revealing more scars, darker scars. That's when I had enough. I swung and busted Todds lip. He fell back. I grabbed my backpack and took off.

"Bitch, your going to hope we don't find you!" he shouted. I didn't even turn around. I didn't stop running until I was clear out of The Narrows. I slowed down and just started walking. I pulled my braids out and just ran my fingers through my hair to fix it up.

I arrived to a flower shop. I whipped my eyes before going inside. I looked around at the many colors and I finally found what I wanted. A heart fashioned with red roses. I bought it and walked to one of the cemetery's. One of the rich cemetery's. I felt ashamed walking into it. My shoes were torn, my jeans had holes in both knees, my shirt was stained and so was my jacket. All the graves were so beautiful to look at. So beautifully fashioned into crosses, hearts, angels, and even regular shaped.

I finally got to the one I was looking for. It was in a plot with others from that family. The grave was designed like a rose bush. I fell to my knees and put the roses in front of it.

'Katrina Dawson'

Tears started cascading down my face as I hunched over into a ball. "I'm sorry."