Chapter 2 - Samantha Background Story.

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Cold.. Dark.. Lifeless. My fire inside when I was a child has burned out a long time ago.. I didn't know my parents.. I lived on the streets when I was just 4 years old and almost died from starvation. Until a sweet old lady came up to me and spoke these words. " You'll be safe now. " She held me embrace and held my hand as we walked to her house. I had no name so she  
called me.
.Samantha.

I was 4 When my grandmama called Catherine  Grey R. Picked me up from the streets. She feed me and had a beautiful house. So colorful and beautiful every season. I was so happy to be with her. She made my heart have fire in it. She said to me once , " Always have courage and be brave and nothing will hurt you. " She was my role model.The mom that I never had or ever known. At the age of 109 she died from a heart attack while she was sleeping right beside me.. I was 15 years old When it happened.. Well that's what my grandmama told me how old I was. I don't know my real birthday but she gave me one. When she met me. It was August 31, 2000 I'm 16 Years old now. And I'm a freshmen at high school.

I live with my grandpapa uncle joe. But ever since my grandmama died.. I couldn't get over it.. So I slowly got depressed from bullies at school. So I cut my self every mark is for grandmama. Every bruise and scar shows how weak and pathetic I am.  Everything is what I caused to ever exist. But then.. The bullying got out of hand.. And the fire started to fade away to darkness.. Now I can't feel anything. Every day my soul is decaying. My heart slowly pumps as I'm ready for it to stop. All I see is grey and white no color in my eyes or the world anymore. Nothing new.. Nothing amazing.. Just.. I'm hopeless.

" GOD! W- WHY! WHY WAS I BORN!? WHY AM I HERE!! " I fall down to my knees. " W- why can't I just.. " I fall down on the ground as it pours rain outside my window and it bangs on the glass, As I glance at a some rope under the dusty old table , as tears roll down my cheeks.

" What is this world without.. "
~love~

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