Once upon a time, a fragile little girl looking for solitude layed down her frail head on the cold cobblestone of an old, abandoned storefront. She slowly let her eyes flutter close. And finally she was free to dream... for eternity.
They found her on that storefront, shivering. The little girl's name was Catie. No one knew her last name. No one even knew if "Catie" was her real name. The doctor's best guess of her age was three years old. She couldn't walk and the only word she knew was "Catie", henceforth her name. She was filthy, skinny, and bleeding. She was so small. It was as though you could see every single bone in her body. Her skin was so red. It was as though she was bathed in blood. The one thing the little girl held onto was a delicate gold chain around her neck with a tiny open book pendant. The doctor informed the lady who found her that the little girl had been raped, beaten, starved, and abandoned. Catie was extremely sick. It took several years for her to become fully healthy again. Men terrified her. She was psychologically scarred and would be for the rest of her life.
