I was miserable... The only thing that kept me going was the thought of that girl... I dint even know what her name was. But yet… she was very beautiful... But there was something more than that... she kept me going. Somehow. She was giving me strength, where she knew that or not. I kept walking; I felt the bitter cold bite in to my skin. It was dark now... Very dark. I shivered I wanted to cry, but I held the teras back. "Only…" was all I could say.
I only vaguely remember my mother. I remember a sweat but sad smile, sadly I don't remember more.. All I know about her is what doc told me, that she was the most evil woman alive. That she wanted nothing to do with me, and the only reason why doc took me was out of her mercy because she would have killed me... I knew that was I lie. But it was still hurtful. She would tell me that, any chance she got. Doc did hate me she told me that very often. Each time. It seemed to hurt more than the last.
Needless to say I had very little self-esteem and whenever I was even remotely happy… doc would say something cruel, whenever I did something wrong the same. I did not have any friends… no one liked me at Scholl, or anywhere. "When she finds out … shell think I'm a freak." I though sadly. I was very sad. I was very hungry. But I did not have any money. Or food.