Royalty : Mafiatale :

Chapter 1

Who knew how cold the streets of New York could be? I do and it's chilling. What can you expect when your clothes are nothing but a few rags? I had no home, no food and no life. My only two possessions were a gold heart chain from my mother and a violin I used to busk in the streets, something I wasn't even good at. It wasn't my fault I lost my home but nobody was prepared to listen, every night spent begging and sleeping in puddles in alleyways. After time you become numb to any cold and the hunger seemed to vanish a little more every passing day. Living like this was hell incarnate, insomnia and disrespect being all you felt. My heart wasn't hopeful that anything would get better. I convinced myself that my life would stay like this for the rest of my days, well until I died of starvation or exhaustion anyway. How could things get any better for a slum like me? 

One dark and rainy night I looked into the sky, seeing the stars shine like diamonds above me. I sighed, taking a bite of my stale bread. I had to finally sell my violin for a few shillings, enough to buy some stale bread from a street merchant. It was better then nothing, I wouldn't go hungry at least. Tears pricked my eyes, feeling the cold settling into my bare legs, causing them to go numb. I had to keep moving, to keep warm. Standing to my feet slowly, I made my way through the streets. I ignored the shouts and screams from the people who passed me. My heart had become accustomed to hearing those hateful words, not knowing my full story. 

" Slum! "

" Get a job! " What was the point in listening, soon I would be nothing buy mulch anyway. My health was failing and I hadn't slept in weeks. I barely had enough strength to stand or even speak, another reason I didn't try to fight back. The cold air hit my skin, it felt like every time the wind passed me it would take a chunk out of my body like some viscous bite, loosing feeling in each body part one by one. Why didn't I sell my gold chain? Never. It was the only happy memory I had left and if I was going to die then I wanted to die beside happy memories, not as the woman I currently was. Finally, I reach a back ally. Nothing special about it though. It looked like every other but the rag hung up at the wall looked mighty inviting. I hobble over to the rag, picking it up and draping it over me, it blocking out some of the harsh cold at least. However, I notice something on the wall. A hole big enough for a human to fit in. Perhaps it could shade me from the harsh eyes of the unforgiving human race. I crawl into the space, laying gently into the damp soil. Things were beginning to look grim for me, beginning to close my eyes, not caring if I would wake up tomorrow. There was nothing left here for me. As I close my eyes I see a pair of clean black shoes and pants. I finally dropped off, coming to the conclusion I was delusional from lack of food and nourishment. That had to be it, I saw a skeletal ankle and that was something that no sane person sees. However.

" Paps, grab her " 

" Are we takin' her home? " 

" Yeah bro " 

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