The cold bitter air of the winter Alps hitted hard against my battered and tattered skin. Why was I walking through the harsh mountains you asked? Well it's better if I started from the beginning.
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When I was born it was the happiest of my parents Sarah and Tom's life well it was until my mother suddenly feel sick in which later we found out she had a rare disease that attacked the immune systems before attacking the body. A few months after my mother passed things went down hill for me and my dad for he had lost his job at the mill and started to heavy drinking so much that he started to get abusive taking out his anger on me. Everyday I was beating to the ich of my life my body covered with deep cuts and bruises. One day I was forced to get my dad another beer but I was too slow to get and was beating.
