Making Memories (Edward Elric X Reader)

Prologe

~•(Y/n) POV•~

Always on the run.

That's how it's been for the past two and a half years.

I could never seem to find someone who would help me. I've had to steal food to live. I've had to steal clothes to wear. All because no one would help me. All because.......I have no memory.

I would get a job.......but no one wants to hire an 11 year old girl who doesn't know how to read or write. They just cast you aside. They say "Get out of here! Your not wanted!!" Or "What use are you to me? Go find someone else!"

I'm now 13 years old. Well...almost 14. I've been living on the streets for 3 years. I've been without a memory, only my first name known. (Y/n). I know nothing else except that I have (h/c) hair, (e/c) eyes, and I don't know how to read or write. I have no memory of my past and I've been on my own since my wake up day.

My wake up day is what I call my birthday. Because I don't know my real birthday. I could already be 14 for all I know.

I bet your dying to know what my day to day life is like. So I'll tell you a story.

• • •

I started running. Alarms were going off. The baker was yelling at me and chasing me.

I clutched the bread loaf in my hand tighter. Running faster I made it to an abandoned building. There was a hole in the ground so I ran and jumped over it. Just making it. I ascend up the destroyed staircase and to the next floor.

"Dang it! She's gone again!!" Said an officer.

I was hiding. I've been seen many times by the police while I was stealing something, but they could never catch me. I was just too fast. Too smart for them.

I kept my breathing quiet and waited for them to leave. Once they did I took the loaf of bread out and started eating it.

It was my first meal in over 36 hours, and I still needed water. It was late at night, you couldn't really see anything.

I was used to the dark. I was used to being alone. I was used to being hungry. I wish I could read or write. Then I could get a job and earn myself a living in this world.

It's hard living on the outskirts of Central City. Everyone is so mean to me. They want me, a dirt poor filthy girl, to stay on the streets. To not go anywhere near them and dirty them.

I hate it. I hate it when human beings treat other human beings like garbage. We're all living breathing creations! We are supposed to live together!! Why can't they get that? Why can't they get a little dirt on their hands to help someone like me eat? How can people be so selfish?

If doesn't matter though. I can't do anything about it right now. Yes, right now. That means I plan to do something in the future. It's going to take a miracle, but I plan to repay everyone who I stole something from and I plan to help this community out.

I decided to sleep in that same building. I laid down and closed my eyes.

• • •

That's basically my everyday life. But the the next day was completely different. Something I didn't expect.

• • •

The next day I woke up to the cold. I looked to the sky and noticed it was still dark.

I got up and decided to walk along the streets. I put my hood up so no one would notice me.

As I walked around and the sun started to arise, I heard something.

Boom!

My ears perked up.

Boom!

There it was again.

I ran towards the sound. As I got closer I heard people yelling. I saw people running away.

One guy ran up to me and said "What are you doing?! You need to get out of here!! Go home!!"

'Home'

That word. I have no home. I've never had a home, or at least that I can remember.

The man ran off but I stayed still.

After a few more seconds I ran towards the continuous booming.

Finally I got there, all I could see were buildings in rubble. Pieces were still falling. I listened. Not a single boom arose.

I looked around and saw someone stuck under some fallen building.

Why do I feel the need to help them? Why do I care? Everyone I've ever met has treated me like garbage. What do I care what happens to them? I thought.

I ran over to them and bent down to them. They were still breathing. What am I doing? "Are you ok sir?" I asked.

The man grunted.

"I'm gonna get you out of there!" I lifted up the rock with all my strength. It was hard and I could only hold it up for a few seconds. The man crawled out.

I dropped the rock with acing hands. "Thank you little miss." Said his deep voice.

I turned around and both our eyes widened.

It was one of the police officers that had always tried to catch me.

"It's you!" He pointed to me.

I turned to run but he grabbed my wrist. Fear shot through me. What was he going to do to me? Was I going to go to jail?

He let go of my wrist. "I'll let you go this time. Only because you saved my life. Don't ever think it's going to happen again!!" He stormed off.

So if I do something good, I'll get repaid? Always make it an even playing field?

I had a lot to think about. I didn't know anything like this could ever happen to someone. Well I guess it doesn't really matter anymore. My life will just be the same as it's always been.

• • •

Boy was I wrong about that! My life would never be the same. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? You'll just have to find out.