Rebel Born [FIRST DRAFT]

Special: Her Past

Betrayal. Abandonment. Loneliness.

Those were the only things she knew of ever since she was born.

A little girl, no more than the age of six, wandered through the busy streets of a bustling market. She was dressed in rags, or more specifically, a large dirty shirt full of tears and holes. She wedged herself between the legs of the people browsing the stalls at the market. Her skillful fingers grabbing onto any piece of food she can get. This was the only way for her to survive.

Once she scavenged enough to last her the day, she retreated into the shadows. She never tried to get more than she needed, and she always stopped when she thought she was going to get caught. She made her way through the dark alleyways of Sector 11 in the city of Rexron, and returned to her normal spot. The spot that was her current 'home'.

It was a tight space in between two large, dusty and forgotten boxes. Towering over her is another box that served as a ceiling for her. She thanked her body for being small, this way she could fit into the small space. However, she knew that this slight comfort was only temporary. Her small body was because of her lack of nutrition and her current age. No matter how poor her intake is, her body would grow with age.

She sat in the small place, laying down her food for the day on her lap. She passed the day like every other day. In her small space. Just like she's done every day since her parents have left her to rot on the streets.

She picked a small piece of bread that she had grabbed. She could never understand why her parents had decided to throw her away like a rotten piece of object. Was there something wrong with her? Did she do something bad? Did they not love her?

Love.

What is love in the first place? She placed the piece of bread down after taking a small bite. She was only five, yet she thought of such topics. Maybe that was what's wrong with her. Having nothing to do all day has lead her mind to wander into different territories. She also often wondered why she still tried to keep herself alive.

Death.

Something else that she constantly thought about. The thought of putting an end to her life was certainly alluring if not for one thing. The fear of it. For whatever reason, she still wanted to live her dreadful life.

She spent her whole day lost in thought. She had nothing better to do of course. She holed herself up and when night came, she closed her eyes and drifted off. She never actually fully fell asleep. There was always a danger of some sort lurking in the darkness during the night. That one night was no exception. A loud, piercing cry jerked the young girl from her light slumber. She cringed from the loudness and sat in her little hole.

She wondered if she should go see what had happened. Of course, that would be dangerous, but curiosity had won this battle and she slowly began to crawl her way out of her place between the boxes. She pushed herself up into a standing position and tiptoed towards the source of the previous cry. The person was still screaming and crying, though it wasn't as loud as the first cry.

She stood by the corner of the end of the alleyway she was in and peeked her head over the corner to get a look at what was going on. The sight shocked her. Two large men were standing over two other people. One of them was passed out and laid at one of the men's feet, whilst the other was struggling against the hold of the other man.

That man seemed to get annoyed with the young boy who was struggling, and delivered a blow to his head. He fell limp to the floor. she let a gasp escape her mouth before she clasped both her hands over her mouth. The two men seemed to have noticed her. She made eye contact with one of them. Panicking, she stumbled backwards and fell onto the floor. She could hear their heavy footsteps move over to her spot.