I don't even remember how I got here. I'm in a dark room with blood all over the walls.... and a doctor in front of me. I'm not really sure if he's a real doctor but I don't know what else to call him. He's the only person I remember. He's tall and slim. I'm pretty sure he's in his 40's or 50's. He's creepy.. But I'm not any better. I'm quite tall and slim but mostly bony. My hair is messy and I have bruises all over my body. I'm not sure how old I am exactly but it seems like I'm pretty young. Maybe around 8? Or 10? The doctor in front of me is holding a knife. Before I can think he sliced my neck and with an irritated tone said: "Maybe this time it will kill you." As he said that I started feeling dizzy but it didn't feel like I was dying at all. I fell on my knees and coughed as the blood from my neck was leaking on the floor. I got pulled up by the doctor and he walked out of the dark room while dragging me with him. He didn't even bother bandaging my neck before walking our of the building and heading home with me. Mostly people don't go outside so he wasn't worried of anyone seeing us. As we walked to the building we lived in I noticed a girl. She was around my age or older. She was quite short and her hair was long. She stared at me and the second the doctor wasn't paying attention she ran up to me, grabbed my hand and ran away. The doctor shouted after her but she just kept running while dragging me with her. My legs felt weak and I couldn't run. She noticed it and quickly supported me while running. We weren't far from a school so she pulled me in it and we stayed there for a while. My heart was racing and I didn't know what to do. Who was she? What did she think she was doing? After making sure we were safe she looked at me and apologized for dragging me away in such a hurry. She said she was worried and didn't want the man to hurt me more. I stood there I'm shock. This is the first time someone actually cared about me. But why? Why does she care? Before I could open my mouth she dragged me outside and ran to a nearby building with me. It was the house she lived in. As we walked inside her mom came to greet her. When she saw me her face went pale. "Omg are you okay?!" She shouted. I couldn't say I single word. I didn't have to. She knew I wasn't okay. My neck was sliced. She quickly took me to the hospital where they treated my wounds. I was hospitalized for a while but that girl kept visiting me every day. After few visits I've been told by her that her mom agreed to adopt me. I was I'm shock. Adopt me? Really? Why? Why did she seem so excited about it? I was released after few weeks and I went home with my new "family". I didn't say a single word to them since we met so they thought I was mute. They taught me sing language and I started using it instead of talking. I didn't trust them enough to talk anyway. It's not like they weren't nice or trustworthy! I was just scared..
