Winter Illness [CLOSED RP]
Starving. Dehydrated. Cold. Hurt. Scarred. Tossed on the street. Abandoned. It was winter, supposedly the coldest day of the year, in fact. In some alleyway somewhere in an unknown town, a girl sat, curled up in a ball and shivering. Her lips blue, skin extremely pale, body reduced to nothing but skin on bones. Fresh scars covered her stomach and some of her chest, along with a symbol that had been painfully placed on her back. The girl wouldn’t cry or give up. She couldn’t do that yet. She had to fight a little bit more. This couldn’t be the end.
Snow began to lightly fall from the sky again while she trembled, body leaning against a brick wall that felt like a sheet of ice. The only thing left to keep her warm was the dirty and worn white t-shirt that fit like a dress and undergarments. The memories of the torture and pain and the death of her parents replayed in an endless cycle in her mind. The memories she had along with her name is all she had left. Her name was Alice. And she was hoping, wishing, for this living hell to end. No, things couldn’t go back to the way they were before this. But she could only hope it would get better than this. After all, a thirteen year old girl can’t do much by herself in a situation like this.
