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My eyes snap open.
I didn't fall asleep for more than half an hour at most. By now my body has already developed some sort of internal clock. I've spent years alone without much more technology of my own than a light.
The sun is just about to come up over the horizon as I sit up in my bed. And I sit there for a minute or two, contemplating my plans, my future, and whether or not I should really do it.
Yes, I have to.
I know I don't have any other choice. Life is already bad enough as it is with a home, or whatever this is.
I get up slowly, every bone in my body aching, telling me that it's too early, wanting me to give up and retire back to bed. But I won't end my shitty life on a bad note.
I switch on the dying lamp next to the window and examine myself in the reflection it makes against the black morning sky.
My hair looks as dark as ever, completely black with both natural color and dirt. My eyes, no matter how green and bright the irises are, stay faded by the dark bags under my eyes.
I pull the suitcase out and check my money once again, but I have yet to miscount a single penny.
I let out a deep sigh of relief.
For once, my life is predictable. I know what will happen tonight when I get home. I don't have to wonder about how I will eat or survive, and although I continue to count my money over and over again, I don't fear my future, but instead welcome it with open arms.
I tie my hair back with a piece of torn bed sheet and try to flatten it out as much as possible. Then set up on my bed and grab the shirt and pants hanging from the fan, puttning them on.
There is no possible way of fixing the clothes that I wear right now, they're the only set that I have. They're worn and stained and look like nothing more than rags, but having them clean makes me feel better.
I washed them in the small sink last night and hung them out on the ceiling fan hoping that they would dry by morning.
I slept completely naked, shivering and trying to my emotions under control.
It's never been to hard, to hold the tears back, but they brim in my eyes and it almost becomes too much. I take a deep breath and attempt to think of something else, anything else to help me stop the tears. But I have no good memories to do so.
I grab the clothes off of the fan minutes later, still damp. But I wanted to wake to see my last sunrise. And I do.
I stare out of the window, standing still while the sun slowly comes up over the horizon. I stay unmovingas the colors fill the sky, but I don't find it as satifying as I feel like I should.
My eyes flash down to a car that passes along the street and I know that it's time. People are starting to wake, and that means that Oscar, the owner of the complex I'm staying in, will be coming to collect his rent soon.
I open the suitcase up once more and my fingers fumble as I zip open a pocket. Inside lays the last reminder that I have of either of my parents.
I look at the elegant letters stiched into the fabric for the millionth time, running my hands over the print and reading it over again. The wallet is simple, but it holds the only money and possibly decent memory that I have left.
On the front, written out in cursive is a name. The name that was given to me by the first foster home that I was placed in, and the name that I continue to use until this day.
Cameron Lily
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Picture: Cameron Lily (Actress: Olivia Hussey)
I plan for the chapters to get longer after she meets Pan, so please be patient with me. And sorry about them being so short up until this point, there will also be a lot of that at first but I will add tons of fluff, action and possibly some smut.

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