The Day They Died

Prologue

Let me just tell you... life isn't fair,

The world isn't forgiving,

The path of life is just obstacles and hard ships,

There is no such thing as a "reward" at the end.

No treasure.

Everyone calls me Ve, but my name is Violet. To be honest, I prefer my nickname. I guess you'll understand later. I'm just a simple 16 year old girl that many would just look over.
Or rather, that's what I think and trust me, it's true. I don't like my ginger hair, and I especially hate my dull hazel eyes.
My mother had those eyes...

Or that's what I've heard people say about her.
When I was just eight and still a naive child to say least, my parents were killed.
We used to live in Washington before it happened. It was just supposed to be a camping trip but that night we got attacked.
Wolves....
Why wolves?
Why my parents?
Morning came and I was found hiding in some bushes, lucky to be alive or something like that. I can't remember anything, but it's probably a gift I don't remember anything from that horrible night. I don't know what to believe and I don't care...
I just can't deal with any of it.
I had no family after that, so I was put into foster care. I've went through so many foster families and its definitely not for me.
My family is gone and they can't be replaced.
So why try to?
A little after I turned 12 I ran far away from everything.
I live on the streets now and I guess you can say I'm homeless, but I don't need a home.
Its better this way.
This is just me now... living that unfair life in this unforgiving world.
But why that day?
Why them?
Why then?
The Day They Died