Prologue
The cold air enveloped my body, calming my beating heart. I walked forward, feeling my body shake as I stepped down each painful memory. Each gray stone was cleared and it took my breath away every time. I wasn't coming back later to a family that only needed me for money. I wasn't coming back to the knife like smile, the rats nest, the raven hair. I wasn't going to feel the doll hands on my cheek anymore. Today, I was going to new York. I took a shaky breath, and looked upward, closing my eyes. Today I left my foster home. Today I became an adult. Today, art school, was the hardest thing in my life.