Alone

My life is in ruins. Literally. I am living off the streets, in fear that my own dad will kill me. I am alone, running, in the streets. My mum always told me that there were bad people in the world, but the word 'bad' doesn't even describe my dad. He is a murderer, a criminal, and worst of all, he is my dad. What can possible make my life worse, and note to self, that was a rhetorical question, not challenge. People used to tell me that a flower can't grown without a little rain, but flowers can't grow in storms, they just die.