~Prologue~

I was 3 when my papa died... I watched the whole time he had that stroke... I watched Mama panick, I saw the Grimm Reaper take my papa's soul, he looked at Mama. Then at me.

He realized I had seen him.

Then he left. And Papa was dead...

Years passed and I soon turned 5. My Mama became a bad Drunk... And the beatings never stopped. I learned to take care of myself...

One day Mama came home,

With a gun.

I hid in the closet behind the T.V. I heard her voice,calling my name...

I grabbed my phone and dialed a random number.

man with a nice and firm voice answered, I told him my Mama had a gun,and was drunk...He told me to wait...

So I did. And soon there was a knock on the door.

Review and tell me if you want more~

~Ellie Myers~