When you hear a child scream in pure agony or terror, do you run toward the sound, or in the opposite direction? When someone you hate is in pain, do you look at them with joy, or concern? And do your answers to these questions determine your personality, or your lack of good judgement? In my opinion there are no incorrect answers, just those that are frowned upon and those that are congratulated. In the end it’s not even the answers that are faulted, but the person who chose to answer in that manner in the first place. And I know all about choices.
Four years ago, I woke up in a forest. As far as I know, that’s where my life began, though I have the education expected of a girl of my age, which we think is somewhere around fifteen. I can’t remember anything before those four years, and I’m not sure I want to. See, when I woke up, I wasn’t alone; there was a girl lying next to me, on the damp grass. I remember thinking what an interesting colour red her hair was. Looking back, I doubt her hair was supposed to be red. But that doesnt really matter anymore. My past is a mystery I've accepted I may never solve...
My future is a winding path with many twists and forks. Fear and uncertainty hover in the wings, just waiting for me to choose the wrong path to walk, to make the choice that will alter my life for good. Again.
They will not have to wait long.
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