It all started in the snow. Fall through spring was the worst. It wouldn't stop, it never did. In this town I only now question how people survived without heat. I was so little back then… The only time anything ever got better was in the summer and only summer. Vines grew during summer, over anything and everything. It was beautiful but it's a once a year thing, and the ground was just dirt under all of that snow. Nothing we could do, but even so I was happy. I lived with my parents happily. They took me outside to play. I got use to the cold and went out in long shorts and my shirt. They got me a scarf it was a sunshine-yellow. It had contrast on top of my purple turtle neck. I always went outside because next to my room was a smoke pipe from a chemical factory…. It often seeped into my room, leaving me with headaches and a hard time breathing. That's when I noticed that my legs. They ache. My parents took me to the local doctor in town and I got diagnosed with an unknown disease. It wasn't common but not to the point where all the children in town suddenly had it. The people in town thought I was the catalyst for it all. My parents fought that fact. They tried to kick us out after countless times. Until "It" happened…
My parents had died. I was all alone in a town that rejects me. The funeral was sad, I touched their faces and kissed them goodnight… They were in the same coffin like I planned. I was in a Black dress; it was really big, but I could fit into it when I was older. I planned on visiting them every year, until one of my mother's co' workers from far away came to take me away. I refused; I never wanted to leave their side. So they took me by force. I saw miles and miles of snow. Until wetlands arrived by all the melted snow. It got warm really fast after that we drove into a city with lots of blinding lights. I wasn't use to it at all. It was uncomfortable; it smelled like gas everywhere and I was carsick for a long time. That's when the car came to a stop. She grabbed my hand and took me into a warm building where stories started flying as I entered the building. I learned that my mother had owned a café in a big city… The café was at the very bottom of an apartment in which the ladies lived in. They gave me the very top floor to live in. The friend of my mother was very young and very beautiful. Black hair that was put into a simple braid, Her eyes that are brown as mud that you could just sink into if you're not careful enough, she has a glare that could kill… I've seen her use it to shut up the others speaking. I didn't care. I just wanted to go back home or sleep forever. Both sounded sweet…
They showed me to my room it was simple so I started to unpack. I notice a T.V, bookshelf, computer, and a bed already layed out. I plugged in my famicom to the T.V. and threw the pink pillow my mother gave me in the corner of the bookshelf. I fell face first onto the bed and threw 3 extra pillows off the bed, they were unnecessary, they just landed wherever I didn't care where. They gave me 3 weeks to mourn over my parents. I didn't say anything until after that first month.
*S *a*b*i* One month later *t* s*u*k* i*
I collapsed one time and she took me to a hospital. I thought she was over reacting, but I guess she wasn't. The doctor found out about my special disease and he wanted to conduct a way to find a cure. The looks in his eyes were of bloody lust and greed.
And that marks the first part of my life that turned into a living hell.
-End of chapter one-
