Thorns are a lot like roses

Chapter One-running and found

Little-caregiver
Pet-master
OC- core fugawaih, green hair with Light green streaks , a little, little age 1-3

Fear is an emotion Core fugawaih is well-acquainted with.

It is something she feels whenever She's in pain. It is there when her father and His lackeys look down on Her with eyes of pleasure and entertainment. It is there whenever She's in trouble, even when She isn't the one at fault.

Fear is an emotion that always lingers in the back of her mind, never disappearing. Never fading away.

She doesn't like it. No, not at all. But at the same time, she had expected this.

Maybe that's not a good thing, but there aren't a lot of good things in her life.

She has no true friends, was constantly Told she was not good enough to the point where she was even told to kill herself, and she never fails to have bruises on her face.

Her mom never noticed, and even if she did, she didn't do anything about it. She didn't let her. She is never worried about her, and was the worst one.

Sure, she didn't support her dreams nor did she do anything about her injuries, but she never tried. And that's what counts.

It's obvious to say that she's the best mom she ever had. Well, she's her only mom, but that's besides the point.

And when it comes to the good things, there's also the bad ones. It's constantly there, so much that she has gotten used to it by now.

And that's how she found herself running, And running away from school, away from home, away from everything, and everyone.

As she slowed, she realised it was getting dark, so she went and hid in a dark alley, she found a box, and slowley crawled in side.

Then crashed and fell into a light slumber,she was sitting in her box quietly when there was a crash from, the head of the alley, two men were yelling, she peaked her head out of the box.

Only to see a man coming towards her, she ducked back down scared, then someone carefully plucked her up, she was scared out of her wit's, she shut her eyes tight...

A soft gloved hand wiped her tears, wait she was crying she thought, "poor soul", the voice said and scooped her up so her head was on his shoulder.

she slowly opened her eyes, only to see a misty figure, black and purple, core was scared out of her mind, the mist man stroked her face, core sniffled and locked eyes with mist man,

The mist man stared back at her, "what's your name", he asked "core core fuga.... waih,
She replied "hmmm that's a cool name", he replied and stroked her hair sofley.

"Why are you out here it's very cold and late",