"Where are you going?" he called from the dark room in the back of the apartment. I did not feel that he needed an explanation so I gave him none. I grabbed my trench coat and jumped off the balcony with out a glance behind me.

Riddick is gone. There is nothing left for me here. It has been four years. At first the holy man kept me so busy with things I liked to do that I didn't have time to think about him. On my 15th. Birthday I realized that it was all wrong and I ran out during the holy man's daughter, Zeza's birthday. I left everything behind. The only thing I took with me was my memories.

I had very few memories. I started life out in the back of a fish factory on Galantine Prime. The man who owned was not my father. He had taken me in out of what he said was the "goodness of his heart". My only purpose was to run errands for him and his employees. When he had a bad day he would come home late and beet me. One night….

A young girl laid on her bed cuddled near the wall. She heard the door open and whimpered. She tried to count to 10 in order to keep herself from being afraid. "Where are you, wench." He called from the hall. Here he comes; she thought. She looked up in time to see him standing over her and she saw him throw the first blow to her face.

Later that night the girl lay in her room whimpering. She touched her swollen eye and winced. "What did I do wrong", she whispered to herself as she let her tears fall, pretending that there was someone there who cared.

This is one of my few memories. Two weeks after this memory took place that man died and I cried for him when I found his dead body. His employees kicked me out of the house after one night. That night is my second memory…

The girl hid under the kitchen table as they filed into the house and started to party. Suddenly she was pulled up from beneath the table by a man who told her gently that she should not be here. Then she heard the man's friends yell that the girl could be used as a waitress. The man who had pulled her up shook his head and handed her a tray. She took it and was instructed that she should go around the house and the men would take a drink and she need not say anything. She did just as she was told.

As the men got drunker she found herself being pushed around more. Suddenly she was being picked up and locked in a closet. Every few minutes the men would open the door and throw in their bottles. The glass bottles would hit her and she would cry out and sometimes when she did this the men would kick her before closing the door. The girl counted to ten over and over again until she fell asleep.

That memory is my worst I think because I felt so afraid. After that I left Galantine Prime and never returned.

I walked down the street warily as tears clouded my vision. I turned and entered a dock and hid on a transfer ship called, Tyranny.