The first time it happened was when he confessed to her. A naive little girl she was, she believed it was love . . . Nothing but sweet romance. It was the first time he had hit her. A mere slap to her cheek but it slap was still a slap. It was painf...
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A week has passed since she has been homeless— well removed from her apartment, now she lived in an abandoned church. Life wasn't the best for her, she woke up three night from a horrible nightmare, she had no one to hug her and no one to kiss her head and tell her it's okay.
Each morning she threw up and her throat and chest burned slightly, her nose and eyes watered from the strong smell.
She didn't know what was happening to her.
She probably had a stomach bug? Or probably it was gas? Or the lack of food? She didn't know.
It was Thursday, July 13th.
The day she was going out to find food and supplies she couldn't take it anymore. Her stomach grumbles loudly each day she could've sworn that the dusty ground shook, she felt light headed and weak. And every night the cold wind made her small body numb.
She went out for the first time. She didn't know where or how she was going to get them but if it came to stealing and begging she's gonna go it.
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