The air of dejection lingered around in the chilly, dark room. In the corner of the abandoned, decaying room was a girl, barely in view. Her emaciated body was curled up into a ball, her arms hugging her trembling knees as if that would protect her. Her lifeless big brown doll eyes stared into an empty space; she was comparable to a mistreated rag doll. The slightest twitch from her caused the rotting floorboards to groan, making her twitch. The house was abundant with mice; all of which seemed to take great interest in the girl, as they scampered all over her. Yet all the girl could do was hold on tighter, and dig her nails into her skin.
She was scared of being alone - having no one to hold, no one to lean on, yet it was the truth. There was no one left for her; for her to be with. They don't exist anymore. The naked truth is she's now all alone; alone against the cruelties the world had to throw at her.
From the looks of it there was no hope. She was fated to die and to rot there; a forgotten memory on the back of someone's mind. Yet miraculously, she managed to defy all odds and do so.
That day, rain was falling to the ground in a mesmerising way and the moon was large and round. The ephemeral light made its way through a shattered window and onto the girls face; reflecting itself in her eyes. As if it was the βlifeβ she had sought, she stood up and followed it. It was a miracle; a few minutes ago it seemed like she was going to die yet now she was walking through the rain, unaware of her surroundings. Although her face still wore the same lifeless look, it somehow had a new tone to it - life perhaps?
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