Avengers • I Fine. . .HELP ME

Me. . .

Zasha Verenich (vee-iem-edge).

"STOP!"

"PLEASE!"

"YOUR HURTING ME!"

I sob as my horrible excuse of a father beats me. He gripped my hair and banged my head against a wall. A picture falls off the wall and shatters. I fall to the ground. He spits on the side of my face and says in a deep voice," я надеюсь, что вы умрете вы ошибка ребенка..." (I hope you die you mistake of a child). He turns around and clutches a beer bottle and takes a swig as he makes his way towards his bed room.

-1 month later-

I escaped.

I look around me and see all different types of colored people rushing towards their destinations and chatting on their phones. My beaten face throbs as well as my ribs hurt. Blood drips from my lip as I stand by a tree near a park. People give my worry glances but I look forward. Ignoring them.

I inhale a deep breath and walk forward. A harsh wind hit my skin making me whimper in pain. 16 years old and trying to survive in America all alone. But that made no difference.

Watch out world. Here comes Force-fight.