Prologue
Friday: September 19.
It's cold. I'm lost. I want help. But no ones there. They don't care that a helpless seventeen year old like me is living on the streets. They probably think I'm a hooker with all the scarce clothing on me. But I have no job, I've had a family, a life. All gone. I'm scared and alone. Who is here to help? No one.
I'll just help myself.
