Yin~Yang

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Hey there. I don't use my birth name so I live like I was never given one. I just change it whenever I move places. I've been Brooke for a while so I think I'll stick with that. I'm 17 years old and currently live on my own in South Korea. I've lived on my own (Secretly) since I was 14.

Here's a bit of background.

While my mother was pregnant with me, she hid from the outside world. My dad stole money from shops and banks to keep the way they live the same. She gave birth to me in secret, not letting a soul find out-- they couldn't handle any attention, it was too risky. I almost died, unsurprisingly, as obviously I didn't get any treatment or tests. Fortunately, I survived. My parents looked after me until I could talk and walk. By my third birthday, I had to search for food and toys to keep me occupied. By the time I was seven, I was getting influenced into drugs by my parents' friends. My dad would beat me regularly and even sometimes knock me out. I rarely went to school so I had to learn what I could at home. I never broke until I was ten. My parents' friends started to rape and sexually abuse me. I ran away occasionally and I started to steal from shops and feel no guilt. Eventually I stole books and I started to learn from then onwards. I was interested by everything. I studied all that I could and managed to get to school more often. For my eleventh birthday I bought myself a Phone. By thirteen, I would be an A+ student in school by day and a criminal by night. People would never guess any of my deepest, darkest secrets.

Not long after my fourteenth birthday, My dad got caught after murdering his close friend. The police found out about my parents stealing so I had to flee home. I brought my most important belongings but i couldn't find my cat. I couldn't help but just go to wherever my legs would take me as quickly as I could. I ran for miles and miles until I had no clue as to where I was. I spent a night outside, when I woke up, I ran again. when it was dark again, I finally noticed something familiar. I was near my grans house-- in another city. Well, she wasn't really my gran but I once ran away from home and this old lady found me and looked after me for two months until I left. I've been there a few times since.

-Flashback-
I knocked on her door. The door opened slowly, signalling that she was struggling.

"Oh, Brooke!? Is that you!?" She asked.

"Yes, gran, it is." I replied.

She invited me inside and I decided to open up to her. I told her everything. From my birth, to my parents getting arrested.

"Oh honey, you should live here!" She smiled.

I thought about it but I really had no choice.

"Oh yes, yes please."

She started to tear up. "I've always wanted a granddaughter of my own."

I smiled. I've always wanted someone to love me.

-end of flashback-

After around 5 months of me living with her, I was now going to school but gran announced that she had cancer, and it was already stage 4. She told me to expect the worse. On the day of her death, (4 months later) I was in class and I got a call from the hospital telling me that she had left my phone number (that's what they contacted me with) and a letter for me. I instantly ran to the hospital, straight out of the school. I didn't care how much trouble I would get into. I ran, as fast as my legs could take me. As soon as I got to the hospital, I went right to her room.

"Gran!" I shouted as I ran in. There was a doctor and a nurse standing around her. I looked at her, she... she wasn't breathing. I instantly burst into tears. I had only lived with her for nine months and she had treated me like a relative from the start. I loved her, I had never had someone care for me before... once I had calmed down, the doctor gave me the note and gave me his apologies. I was allowed a few minutes to say my goodbye. She didn't have any other family so I was the only person here.