"Life is a game and everyone's playing it. Some more serious than others. It's just a constant game of people playing each other, and if you're unlucky, you get eliminated." Two psychopaths are playing to win. #1 - deranged / insanity

My name is Ruth Costa and I am twelve years old. I was abused and traumatized because of my past, which led me to find the one of the most dangerous things in Romania, all because I broke into an "abandoned" apartment for food. The Winter Soldier stared at me from the doorway, plums in a clear plastic bag in his gloved hands. I held his candy bars and other fruits I found in the fridge. We both stared at each other. I don't know if I should run, give them back, or start bawling, because I feel that all three of those options were pretty good. COMPLETED (In editing to fix grammatical mistakes)