Prolouge
Broken. Useless. Used.
That was all I was. Nothing. I was but a waste of space.
Something that belonged in the trash. At least that's what I believed. I glanced up at the moon, out of the small bared window, besides my bed. The starts shined around it, seeming to shine brighter every time I looked at them.
A sigh slipped past my lips as I curled up, ignoring the burning feeling that shot through my nerves. Crimson blood drizzled down my body, from multiple wound marks. My father came home drunk… again. I let me gaze fall to the bed below me.
All I wanted… was someone there… someone who cared. Someone who would hold me when I cried and tell me, everything would be all right. Someone like my mother. Ever since my mother died, my father became an alcoholic and smoker. If I didn't have the house cleaned by the time he got home, I would be beat. If I said a word, I would be beat.
If I breathed I would be beat.
I closed my eyes as tears fell down my face and I curled up in the corner of my bed. "Please…" I whispered, my voice hoarse, "I just want someone to be there… someone… someone who cares." I faded into the grasps of sleep, no longer able to remain conscious.
Little did I know of the crimson eyes watching me from the shadows.
