My name is Y/n. I'm currently 12 years old and am almost 13. Unfortunately. Why you ask? My parents have abused me for years and it reflects onto myself. I cut my arms and I didn't know what "love" meant or felt like. One day, my mom and dad went out and I am idea. I had to run away! I grabbed my bag and put food,water, and a small monkey I got from my friend. I grabbed a hoodie then ran out the door. I ran for days. I found myself in a dark alley that probably is filled with drug dealers. I collapse on the floor and sleep. "Oh my.. oh no poor child..." said a women but I barely noticed. She put me down on a chair and left me to sleep.
