9 years ago.
I cowered behind a table and placed a shaky hand to my mouth to prevent any whimper from spilling out.
Blood rushed down my arm from the place where my aunt had forcefully pinned me to a nail in the wall. After my parents died, day after day was a living nightmare, I fought to live and eat. Several days I went hungry, sometimes I spent my night out in the cold, I worked my bones till they ached. I had no friends because of what my aunt could do to them and because I loathed attention. My aunt was the devil that made sure my life was a living hell.
Footsteps echoed down the hallway, I pressed my shaky hand harder to my mouth.
"Come out, you little pest. You deserve to die like your parents, there's no place in the world for an orphan like you"
The footsteps stopped and I thought she had gone to another room.
"There you are" she was leaning on the table looking down at me, her black orbs looked like those of a ghost in dim light.
With a scream, I stood quickly to my feet, headbutting her in the process. She swore and touched her lips.
I didn't wait any longer and sped to the door.
"You'll pay for what you've done" she screamed behind me.
I opened the door and headed into the cold night, I didn't stop running until I had reached town.
Tired, I sat on the stairs of an old house. I hated myself, I hated the world but I hated my aunt even more.
Why did it have to be me?
Warm tears rolled down my eyes.
I was tired of running, tired of begging, tired of the way my life was playing out. With a determined grit of my teeth, I stood up and headed for the homeless shelter in town. I needed a change and I was going to get one.