"This is awful! Re-make it, and don't come back until it is done right!" My mother zima threw the food from the plate, onto the floor. I sighed and cleaned up the mess and obediently began to re-make the food. Ozima was not my blood mother, she adopted me. The only reason she adopted me was for financial reasons, and to look good. I was nothing to her. I had made scrambled eggs and rice, but the rice was too mushy and the eggs were over-cooked. I had hoped she wouldn't notice, but she'd always been so condescending with me, and that's putting it lightly.

She beats me, and when I broke something, or did something she didn't like, she'd send me to go sleep in the shed. Life here was awful, but it was better than living in an orphanage. Ozima had two other children, both twin sisters. They hated me and thought of me as one step above of dog shit. I hated all of them, they could go to hell.

"Hey Rin! This time make food that we can eat." My sister Rozima said to me.

"Rozima, don't get your hopes up. She can barely walk right." My other sister Aozima said as she pushed me to the ground. The laughed as they walked away. The walked with their hips shaking, which to me looked more like twitching. Twitch Twitch Twitch.

After I finished making the mongrels their meal, I retreated my room. I laid my head down on my dirty pillows and sobbed softly to myself. I don't cry anymore, I used to cry so much as a child, that they just stopped coming. So I sighed to myself and fell into a semi-blissful dream. As I slept, I forgot about all my troubles and problems, but thought only of the strange man who kept appearing in my dreams. He was so handsome, with long white hair and beautiful golden eyes. In my dream, I'd always try to get his attention, but the second he turned to me, I'd wake up.

"You're a fool, Rin" I said to myself. I turned over in my bed and began to dream about playing a tambourine with Lady Gaga.

"RIN HAKAMA! GET YOUR LAZY ASS OUT OF BED!" It was my "mother". She was standing in the door frame of my small room, looking as if her face was about to implode.

"I've been calling your name for 10 minutes, get up and get to work! Here's a list of things for you to do." The list was always the same:

Wash dishes Sweep Mop floor Feed Cat Take out trash Clean up every room in house Make meals for everyone.

Same old same old. I usually had most of this done by 2:30, and then have the rest of the day to myself. I got a move on it, but because of my sisters waking me up in the middle of the night to turn off the stove light, I was still groggy. I managed to get finished by 4:54.

"Urgh," I said as I plopped down on my bed. I took a small catnap but was rudely awoken.

"Wake up scum" Rozima said as she kicked my side. "We want to have a word with you." Aozima pulled me out of bed before I could protest. The two of them dragged me out to the shed.

"We wanna ask you some questions, so don't lie runt." Aozima said to me as she pushed me against the shed wall.

"We know you stole our decorative brooches, just because you can't have your own." Rozima said as she looked down at me with utter disgust

"The two of you are wrong! I've been asleep this whole time." I said, looking them strait in the eye.

"How stupid do you think we are?"

"Very."

"How dare you, wench!" Aozima said as she slapped me with enough force to send me to the ground. I coughed a little, my asthma kicking in.

"Just hand over the brooches, or you'll be sorry." Rozima said.

"I already told you, I don't have your darn brooches."

"Aozima, hand me the hot comb." Aozima handed her the hot comb with a wicked grin.

"Last chance to tell us." Rozima said as she moved the hot comb closer to my face. I saw my life began to flash before my eyes, and over some damn brooches. I tried to scream, but Aozima gagged my mouth with a piece of dirty cloth. 'This is it' I thought to myself as the comb was mere inches from my face. Before I could get touched by it, my adrenalene kicked in, giving me enough bravery (or stupidity) to fight back. I reared my head back against Aozima's head, causing her to wince. By The big ugly bruise on her forehead, I could tell it hurt her more than it did me.

"Get back here!" Rozima said as she raised the comb up, ready to hit me. Everything was in slow motion for a split second. I hit her in her toothpick-thin stomach, causing her to vomit blood as she flew backwards. Scared at the sight of blood, I began to run.

I ran so far I couldn't hear the sound of yelling in the backround. I eventually gave out, my asthma stopping me from going further. I stopped in an alley way at the side of a bar, and kneeled down. I realized I couldn't go back now, I had to go on the lamb (who still says that). I cried softly to myself. The tears were a mix of joy, because I was free of my former life, and sorrow, because I had nowhere to go.

I cried for the first time in 4 yrs, I was about 17 now. My birthday was today, but no one remembered. I felt a warm hand touch my shoulder and I jumped.

"Why are you here? This is a dangerous place for teenagers." A gentle voice said to me. I recognized his face instantly. It was the mysterious man from my dreams. I looked up at him and hiccuped. He chuckled slightly. He helped me get up as we walked to his car. I told him my story (leaving out the part about the dreams) and how I got here.

"You ran from your home town to here?" He said to me.

"Yeah, where exactly is here?"

"Los Angeles." I nearly choked on my own air.

"I AM ALL THE WAY IN LA?" I said as I began to go into panic.

"Where did you say you lived at?" He said, completely ignoring my other comment.

"I didn't say, are you going to take me back?"

"Do you want to go back?" He looked me in the eye, those big yellow gorgeous eyes.

"No, not really."

"Then we are going to my house." OMG. I was going to be alone. At guys house. Who I barely knew . Faint.