Authors Note:

What if Chise didn't sell herself? How would she meet Elias? I have been pondering the thought by itself for some time now. Thus here is my first chapter.

Sometimes no matter what is decided, your fate has already been decided.

I'm exhausted, I'm sixteen and living on the streets and I'm terrified. I've already contemplated suicide already... what's the point of living? Nobody wants me, I'm treated like a burden to everyone in this family. I don't know what else to do. Everything hurts, with bruises caked on my body to being forced to carry a heart so heavy it has almost become unbearable. As far as I know, I need to get out of here. I have been saving for a plane ticket and my new life for over a year now. My dream has been to take the first plane out. That's the only thing that's getting me out of my sleeping bag, and helping me stay motivated. Hopefully, I can live a life and smile. Perhaps I can have a bed, have a place I can call home and maybe I can have happiness. I just don't really know how much longer I can deal with this pain, the guilt I carry for being born.

It's almost time for work, just a couple more weeks till I can abandon this place I used to call home. I have already decided to give my two-weeks notice today. This place is hell; I just want to start off new.

I walk into a gas station and make my way to the washroom and lock the door behind me. Reaching into my bag I grab my bar of soap and shampoo and let the sink run as I toss my head into the sink. I let the water run over my head and began to think about how nice it would be to be able to have a bath. I jump out of my clothes and began to scoop water onto my body. I ran the bar of soap on top of my arms, chest, and legs. Suddenly, almost out of nowhere, someone was banging on the door. "Hey? What are you doing in there?" I heard a man with a rough voice yell.

"Uh, just a minute!" I began to panic as I tried to rinse my body with the paper towel and almost tripped as I wiggled my way into dry clothing. It's hard putting dry clothes on when you're wet. I guess I have come to this place far too many times, they must have caught on. With hair dripping wet, I stuff my bag with the rest of my belongings. I open the door to see a man who looked furious, I could see the veins in his forehead protruding.

"What the hell do you think you are doing in there?"The man was enraged. He grabbed me by my hoodie as he yanked me towards his face. I could feel the heat from his body and smell the stench of his breath. "Get the hell out of my store." He almost let me go but instead, he yanked me by my ear and tugged me towards his face "Don't you dare think about coming back!"I held my breath out of habit, out of fear. He then let me go and stepped aside. I ran as fast as I could out of the gas station as I felt every ones' eyes on me. I couldn't help but engulf myself in shame. Who in their right mind would want to live like this? I don't want to be here. My heart started to throb as my eyes began to water with tears. Hopefully, I have enough money for rent where ever I end up. I should have left sooner, I should have gotten my plane ticket a long time ago.

I came to work with tears in my eyes and as soon as my manager saw me she pulled me aside to try and get an answer. I finally managed to give her words instead of sobs.

"I'm giving you my two-week notice." I sniffled. She looked at me with pity. I don't want pity. She gave my head a pat, told me that she would be happy if I ever wanted to come back. Maybe it should've made me feel better, but it didn't. I just want out. "Thank you," I said with a forced smile.

I did my best to finish my day strong. But time, unfortunately, moved slower than usual.

Soon the weeks melted away and I wondered where fate would take me. I grew impatient. I began to rely on work for food. Any food that they would be thrown out my boss gave to me. Two-day-old bread or whatever was still good but they couldn't sell to customers. I suppose, whatever money I can save is the best thing I can do.

I don't have anyone else, just these creatures that I see that no one else can see. I've tried to ignore the creatures, but they seem to always follow me. Some of them are kind, very cute and funny. But there are some that are scary and have actually tried to kill me. Nobody believes me and that is partially why I am where I am right now... The only people who could see them too, where my parents and neither of them wished to raise me. Part of me wished I wasn't so alone in this world, yet it made me glad in a way. At least I am not too much of a burden to anyone anymore. I am a curse.

The last day of work was a relief. I was still very tired, but today I could actually smile. Once my shift was over I went to go find a park to tent it for the night.

It was actually a really nice night out. What if I just left tonight? My heart jumped. I'm being radical. But it was an idea. To be really honest, I really don't care. I was originally just going to leave the first thing in the morning but if I leave tonight then at least I will have a place to sleep for the night. I got up from where I was at and began to walk to the airport. By the time I got to the airport, it had been 2 AM. I let out a defeated sigh as I approached a woman at the desk.

"Where to?" she asked with a perfect plastic smile.

Looking up at the screen, the next plane to leave was going to London.

"London."