Merely Existing

The smell of blood never leaves. The trail of blood never ends.

Blacky Jackson may not have been a normal child, but she did have a normal life....up till the age of five, that is.
Things went badly wrong after that, pushing her towards a blood filled path of slaughter. Things may have been set in motion when she lost her family. Or when she roamed the streets. Or when she first held a gun and sealed her heart.

All she knew was that she had been dancing upon the palms of one lethal man.

Even as she tried to escape from her bloody fate, at every corner guns were pointed at her, knives were thrown at her and people chased after her with time bombs, no less. Her life was turning out to be an endless pursuit for survival.

Her sole thought was to live. It was a task, a duty, a prayer, a wish and a purpose in life that she clung on to move forward.

How do you live? Breathing, staying alive, surviving.....but isn't that called merely existing?