Living on the street is bad enough as it is.

You're always cold, always looking for food, always trying to find the tiniest bit of shelter when poor weather decides to make apperences, and so much more.

But imagine never knowing any better then that. Imagine that being your life from a simple age of 5 or 6.

It's not a life any sane person would chose to live, but when you have no choice what else is there? Exactly, nothing.

Since I was a small child I had no one there for me. Yes I actually had a house at one point but no parents to care for me, no love and guidence a child needs.

At the age of 4 my parents lost their house because there was no money left. We all lived in motels or the car for a short amount of time but then the little money we had left ran out.

So it was goodbye motels & car, hello grimy cold alley ways.

I remember my mother teaching me how to find edible food when she could function without alcohol, which was not very often.

It was the best thing that bitch had ever done for me because I could finally survive without them.

At age 16 I ran away.

I wanted nothing more from either assholes I called my parents. I had suffered enough beatings to last a life time.

I was born into the family of an alcoholic mother and an abusive father, great mix isn't it? All I ever knew was fighting, screaming, cursing, beatings. That was normal to me because I knew nothing else.

I thought all men were abusive and all women turned to alcohol to numb the pain of a fucked up life they have no way of escaping. That is until I met Edward Mason.

That man changed my life forever.