Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-34369352-20190905231704/@comment-34369352-20190906002144

It was cold for her. So cold.

A curled up wall was sitting in the corner of a dark alleyway. At a closer look, it was a petit girl that looks around six or seven. Her chestnut hair is messy and oily while her sky blue eyes are filled with fear and despair. She was shivering, and she was wearing a tattered while blood stained gown.

It did nothing for her in the cold mid-autumn night.

Tears rolled down her face, some of them frozen on her cheek.

How long has it been since she had eaten? About a few days since...that happened.

Remembering the events of that day, her shivering turned into a full on shaking.

A teddy bear is clutched tightly in her hands, as if she's going to die before letting it go.

She's going to die out here. No one's going to help her. She going to die out here and no one's going to even know until the trash collecter comes here to collect her rotting corpse-

She cried harder.

How she wished someone, anyone, would come and take her away from here.

She wished for a warm blanket, for a bit of food, for a shelter, for pair of loving hands that would care for her when she need's it....

It’s all she ever wanted.

And now, to her, it’s everything she will never have.