PROLOGUE

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6 Years Ago.

Aged 15 and homeless wasn't the ideal position in this society. Everyone felt pity but they didn't care about me. Deep inside, I knew I was dying. I felt desperate, hopeless.

I kept walking aimlessly on the pavement of the streets of Chicago. I looked at few people eating inside of the coffee shop, and I felt hungry. Even if I wanted to go inside, I couldn't. But that didn't stop my stomach from growling. I looked on my pockets to find no money. I kept walking, until I reached a shady alley. The same alley that I currently live and I sat behind the dumpster.

The night was young. I was hungry.

I saw a food car and I had to try. I asked the men if he could give me food, any food... even leftovers. But he didn't even look at me and said no. I tried again but he shut the door and started the engine. I saw it going. I saw as my future slipped away through my fingers. I had no food, no money, nothing. I went back to the dumpster and started crying. What else could I do?

That's when I heard a noise. I looked up and asked who was there. A shadow came out and boy appeared. He looked like a teenager with his bad boy charisma. He looked at me, up and down.

He finally broke the silence, "I saw you."

I didn't know what to say, silence fell once again.

He tried again "Are you hungry?" and still I wasn't able to answer.

He tried again "I know you can talk and hear. I don't know why you are not talking, but regardless of what you may think, I can help you."

That intrigued me and I said, "How?"

He half smiled and said, "So she does talk!"

He continued "I can give you food and shelter."

My mouth felt open but I quickly realised that there would be a catch, so I asked. He answered by saying, "The only thing you need to do is save my father."

Flashback ends.

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