Prolog

The wind was pounding my face and body with such force I had to fight to keep running. Clouds started to form over my head as I looked up to feel the first drop of cold rain hit my cheek,but I wouldn’t turn back. Never would I go back to the place I use to call home. No more would I be hurt. No more would I be hit for something that wasn’t my fault. It didn’t use to be this way. I use to be happy; I had a home full of love and kindness. I use to have a mom that loved me and a lazy dad that would do nothing, but now all I have is nothing but an abusive foster home. With just enough food to were I don’t starve to death. I hate it. I curse the night my parents left me in this world. I curse the driver who hit them, that stupid drunk driver that hit them. They could not id the bodies when the police came all they had to go on was there ids. There was nothing, nothing left at all. I screamed into the wind, “WHY DID YOU LIVE ME!!!” Until I fell into somebody’s arms.