Well here goes my life. Not really much of it to tell, it was a short one. So yep if you haven't guessed it already, I'm dead. This is my story and none can write it for me in an obituary. I haven't got close to any one before, well except him. Well and other little intimacies before that, but nothing too serious y'know.
I never really fit in anywhere. Always out on the sidelines not to get hurt... Or maybe not to hurt others. I wasn't born into a terrible life but it wasn't exactly worth the childhood award of the century. And my parents well you could say they loved me in their own way I suppose. If love means to sell your daughter to the devil and by devil I mean that fat man Shin Ra and creepy little pompous scientist Hojo.
I think living out in the snowy fields of the northern continent is dangerous for a child of 5 but hey I survived that long and I could use a gun as good as my father. But instead of finding me a caring family they sold me to the highest bidder. There was no excuse. My father just handed me over to a Turk saying he would come back to get me, but, he never came.
Anyway I'm your average teen at 19. If that's what you mean by the fact now I should be like 54 this year. But I won't be as I have given my life for his. Stupid maybe to others but he's the only one who cared. I may as well tell you how I look otherwise no one will remember me how I want. I have just shorter than shoulder length brown hair, that I straighten but curls when wet. I have deep crimson eyes. I am quite a slim build not really skinny I have a little meat; to keep me warm in the winter. I wear a little brown sleeveless tank top and a pair of denim short shorts with a skull belt and black converse.
Rate and comment please I'll right more detail in the story as I go. Got to hold something back :D
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