They Don't L O V E You {A Roleplay}

You lay awake on your cold cot, staring at the ceiling. Beside you are tally marks you've drawn on the wall with thin pieces of chalk. You've been counting the days since you got here, wincing every time you heard several screams from the Departure Room. The nuns are killing each of you off one by one, when they officially turn 16. As you turn to the side, a thought that's been revisiting your head comes up;

Why did your parents leave you?