"Mommy, your home late." a little eight year old girl said sitting on an old mattress. This little girl was you. "Sorry sweetie but I had to stay at work a little late." your mother apologized. You didn't know who your father was but you knew that he didn't care about you or your mother. He is the reason you lived in the underground. Your mother was once the daughter of a tycoon and in a arranged marriage. When her father held a party one night she met your father, she had quickly fallen for him and gave him her innocence which resulted with her getting pregnant with you. When her father found out he banished her from being the estate and to the underground disowning her as his daughter.

She found the job as a prostitute trying to support you and leaving you alone every night while she went to work. You could see in her eyes an emotion you didn't really understand you just knew it hurt her. She watched as your grew into a beautiful young woman everyday while she slowly got older and withered away. "You should be in bed." your mother sighed and tucked you in. "I was worried about you." you answered with shivering eyes. Your mother couldn't help but smile as you slowly drifted to sleep. She stood up and began to change and slid under the blanket with you.

When you woke up your mother was gone and a small loaf of bread waited for you on the table. Walking over you grabbed it and began to slowly eat. You changed into a blue dress with long sleeves and sandals. Walking out you walked around the filthy city. You hid when gangsters walked by and didn't look the prostitutes and pimps in the eyes. Looking around town you sighed and walked over to the hole in the ground which led to the underground. Smiling you looked at the shining sun.

"Little girl." you heard a voice call out and turned around to see a man dressed in a suit. "You (Mothers name) child right?" the man asked with a smile. "Yes." you mumbled. "How old are you child?" the man questioned towering over you. "Eight." you stared up at the tall man. "Your mamma running a bit behind. When you get older you gonna have to help her out." the man said with a cocky smile. "What do you mean? Be a prostitute? What do they do, mamma want tell me?" you said with an annoyed sigh. Your mother never told you, she would just laugh and shake her head no.

The man chuckled and smiled down at you creepily. "When you get older i'll be happy to show you." the man said. "Huh?" was your only reply. "Just you wait little girl. Just you wait." was all he said before walking away. You stared at him confused and just shrugged it off. A ball went past you and onto the crumbled streets with a few kids younger than you chasing after it. "Can I play?" you asked with a innocent smile. "No way!" a girl said before running after the ball laughing.

Glaring you kicked a rock and turned on your heel. You decided to walk back home and just stay there for the day. As you walked you soon heard giggling that sounded similar to your mothers. You hid behind the corner and watched. A man gently rubbed your mothers cheek as she leaned into his touch. "I wonder if that's one of mommy's boyfriends. She get a new one each night." you thought to yourself. Every night your mother left with a different man and she would tell you that he was her boyfriend.

Some times when you would look around the market place you would run into a few of them, they would be with another woman and you would ask why they were cheating. A few woman would laugh in your face saying it wasn't there husband or the women would smack the man in the face. This is how your life always was. Sighing you walked back to the lonely home waiting for your mother to return.

7 Years Later

"All i'm saying "mothers name" is that your daughter is growing up and should start helping you." a woman with long black hair said while smoking a cigarette. "What do you mean? Nobody in the market will hire her." your mother sighed with crossed arms. "The market is not what i'm saying she should get into. You haven't noticed how grown your daughter has gotten have you?" the woman glared and sighed in annoyance. "Well I've been busy." your mother pouted not noticing any changes.

"Mom! Mom!" your mother heard a voice called out and turned her head to see you running towards her. "Guess what!" you smiled excitedly. "What is it sweetie?" your mother questioned with a smile. "There are three people with 3D maneuver gear!" you smiled excitedly. "Really? That interesting." your mother smiled down at you and looked you up and down. Her smile faded. You had grown so much. You had breast, a feminine figure that any man would kill for, and most of all a beautiful face.

Your mother couldn't believe what she was about to ask. "Sweetie would you like to help mommy out?" your mother questioned staring into your beautiful eyes. "Sure mommy! What do I have to do?" you questioned with a smile that was so innocent. "C-come with me." your mother said taking your hand and leading you into a old building. "What is she doing here?" the man you saw years ago asked. "She has offered to help." your mother smiled and pushed you in front of her so he could stare you up and down.

"How old is she?" the man questioned eyeing your body. "She's fifteen." your mother said with shame in her voice. "Mom what's going on?" you questioned with curiousness. "leave us." the man said and your mother walked out of the room. The man eyed the white sundress and black scarf that covered your body. "Drop the dress." he commanded. Your eyes widened and you glared. "Excuse me?" you asked with seriousness in your voice. The guy laughed and gave you the same glare. "I said drop the damn dress." he said standing up.

That's when it hit you. "What does my mom do?" your questioned with your hair covering your eyes. "Your mother spreads her legs girl! She getting old and we need a fine younger woman like yourself! Now drop that dress, I always like to try to new comers." the man smiled rubbing his hands together. You stayed silent. He walked up and began to slide the shoulder strap of your dress down. "Bastard." was all you said before grabbing his wrist and twisting it behind his back. The man screamed and you kneed him in the face to shut him up.

The man dropped down clutching his nose as blood ran through his fingers. You kicked him in the sides and began to stomp on his ribs. A sick crack echo'd through the room as blood ran out of his found and he went dead still. His ribs broke and stabbed his heart. You walked out of room and your mother sat on the couch staring at you. "S-sweetie." your mother asked with an innocent smile. You just walked past her ignoring her cries as you walked home. Your mother ran after you as you walked over a plank of wood leading over a pit that had once been a road. You turned your head slightly to see your mother running after you.

"Don't! This plank can only hold one person!" you cried out as your mother ran over it. You heard the plank snap and you went tumbling down. You gripped the edge of the broken road and heard a sick crack. Looking down your eyes widened in horror and tears began to spill out of your eyes. Laying down was your mothers body her left leg twisted and head snapped. She was gone. Pulling yourself up you turned away and screamed. She was gone, and you blamed yourself. You stood up with eyes filled with horror as you walked home.

This moment haunted you for the rest of your life...

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11 Years Later

Screaming you shot up looking around. You were in a cell. "Damn just a dream." you sighed. "Good your up." a sweet voice filled the air and petra walked in. She sat in front of you with a smile. "I'm so glad you join the survey corps! I hope it's possible that you'll get picked to be on levi's squad!" petra smiled and pink dusting her cheeks. Holy shit. This girl liked that emotionless bastard. "Yeah me to." you smiled innocently. You may be in the corps but it wasn't gonna last long. You were gonna kill that jack ass and return to your sweet home known as
the underground.

"I brought you some breakfast." petra said placing a bowl of some strange slop and bread in front of you, "I asked if I could give you normal food but they said I had to give you the prisoner slop due to you being well, a prisoner." "It's OK." you shrugged and began to eat. You gagged but shoveled the food down your throat. Petra smirked. "I saw that levi had taken a clip from your bag. If you want I can fix your hair for trial later today." petra offered. "Trial?" you questioned. "You must got to trial and confess what you did, also agree to devote yourself to the survey corps." petra laughed slightly.

"Sure." you mumbled and turned around. Petra smiled excitedly and pulled a comb out of her pocket. She began to comb through your beautiful hair. She pulled your bangs back and braided your hair. Smiling at the braid she clipped the butterfly clip on the side of your head and placed the braid over your shoulder. "Now you look really pretty! Also where did you get the clip? I know it's none of my business but I was just wondering." petra giggled with a smile.

"It was my moms. We lived in the underground and she couldn't bring herself to sell it. It was all she had of her past life." you mumbled looking away from petra. "Oh well OK." petra smiled and stood up. "I'll come back and get you for the trial later." she said leaving. All you had now was silence and memories...