Aria, left her world, without hope. Her life was never hers and she never received love from the people around her. After what she thought was the end of her life, she found herself with only the beginning of a new adventure...
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He cornered me a...
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It was a very cold night, actually it was freezing, but in that big, bright city we had nowhere to go. Mom and I had been homeless for two weeks, when our landlady threw us out because we couldn't pay the rent anymore.
My little hand held hers as we walked through those empty streets. I looked up to see her face. To me, Mom was the most beautiful woman in the world; with golden eyes and bright red hair, she looked like a princess from one of those fairy tales she read to me, but at that moment she looked lifeless and very tired. I remember that was the first time I felt so desperate to help her, but I was so young... There was nothing I could do.
"Mom." I said as I tugged on her sleeve. She stopped walking and turned to look at me.
"Yes, dear?" her voice had always been cold towards me, but this time it was different, it felt empty.
"Where are we going?" the sudden growl of my stomach made her realize that we had been walking for hours, without her saying anything. "I... I'm sorry, Mom, I... I'll... I'll stop being hungry." I whispered between stutters. She always hit me for various reasons, me being hungry was one of them.
"Oh, dear, you don't have to apologize for being hungry." Words came out with a smile on her face. She began to rummage through her pockets, until she found something and handed it to me. "Here, dear."
I gingerly took the chocolate bar in my hand. "T... Thank you." I said softly. 'Mom has never acted like this, maybe she's starting to love me.' I thought foolishly in great hope.
"Of course, dear. Now, let's go." Her smile vanished after those last words.
I devoured the chocolate bar and put the package in my pocket.
The night grew darker but the city shone brighter than ever. My feet ached but I didn't dare say anything to mom. We kept walking through the cold streets for another half hour until we found ourselves in front of a very tall and luxurious building. Mom let go of my hand and stared at the building. I looked at her to confirm if we were in the right place but she had already started walking towards the entrance. I ran to catch up with her.
As soon as we entered, we felt the warmth of the stay. That huge lobby was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen after living in great poverty. It was as bright as the city we left behind, full of golden lights, fluffy furniture and dreamy chandeliers. I spun in circles so I could admire the whole room in awe, but Mom grabbed me roughly by the arm and dragged me to the front desk.
The man behind the reception glanced at us with contempt, disgusted by our ragged clothing. I was used to that kind of look, but they never stopped hurting me. Mom, on the other hand, looked prouder than ever with her head held high and an arrogant walk after every step she took.
Mom stood in front of him, but the man didn't bother to ask the reason we were there and turned to rearrange some paperwork.
"I'd like to see the chairman." She said while slamming some documents over the desk.
