Prologe

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     Hi my name's Sarah, and let me start off with saying that I was never exactly a "normal" kid.  My parents died in a fire when I was 2 years old, and after that my life just went down hill. Death seemed to follow me everwhere ever I went. Including but not limited to every foster home I ever went to. It was almost like I was cursed.

When I was 15 I was sent to a home that I loved with all of my heart, the atmosphere was friendly, it seemed "safe",  but you think a girl would learn after 13 years in the system. On my 16th birthday a random lunatic broke into into the house and  murdered my foster mother.

I was 16 and I was fed up with the hand I'd been delt in life. So trying to change my fate. I did what any sane person would do. I ran away from civilization hoping nobody would find me.

Despite my failed attempts to save humanity frome my self, while I was running away from my curse I bumped into a girl running away from her toxic home. Lizzy was running away from her abusive mother who blamed the 5 year old for the famlys misforution.

We found a cave by a river to spend the night. We turned that cave into a home. I was the Mother neither of us ever had. I grew quite attached to her, but like everyone else I loved, she died. She caught pneumonia one cruel winter and since nither of us wanted to head back into society I lost the one thing in my life with any meaning.
 
Lizzy was the one person I cared about remotely she was my best friend, and she passed away within the first year of meeting me. Every one I ever cared about had died. My parents, my foster parents" ablnd now my best friend. I felt uselessm. I felt like I was cursed. I felt like the only thing to do was take my place among them, or so i thought. Little did I know what the after life had in store for me.

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