Chapter 1

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Third person P.O.V

It was a small black room with no door and window, where the little girl was lying, unconscious. There was nothing else in the room except the girl.

When she woke up, she saw herself covered in blood, scars and bruises all over her little body and was freaked out as her body went cold and started shaking.

Crawling to one corner of the room, she tried to stay calm but couldn't. Nothing could be seen in the darkness and the painful and fearful thoughts kept revolving around her mind, scaring her.

Suddenly, the room was filled with some gas and the girl found it difficult to breathe. Air got thicker and thicker until the oxygen was cut off from her lungs, replacing them with the gas.

It was a really toxic gas and the girl started coughing. She coughed a lot until it damaged her throat and blood came out of her mouth.

Tears streamed down the little girl's face as she kept coughing even though it hurt her throat.

Some minutes passed and finally, the girl's eyes started closing as black spots appeared in front of them. She let them close and slipped out of reality.

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Rose's P.O.V

I shot my eyes open and quickly sat up, my whole body covered in sweat and my heart beating at a fast pace.

I was alive, unfortunately.

I sighed and scratched the back of my head sleepily. Rolling out of bed, I went to the restroom. After taking a hot shower and coming out, I picked my clothes.

I wore a pair of black ripped jeans, a red shirt and a black jacket wrapped around my waist. I wore a pair of grey socks and white sneakers. I wore a dark black cap. I love caps. I didn't brush my hair, I just let it be.

Then, after grabbing my backpack, I went downstairs. I didn't forget to grab my knives and Ethan, my gun's name. It was gifted to me by someone.

I left my apartment and locked the door, going towards the elevator after, since I wasn't in the mood of taking the stairs.

I've been living alone for a year now. After my dear parents got divorced because of me when I was nine, since my father seemed to have a big problem with me, my mother, Diana lost her mind and fell into the bad company, Oscar, her boyfriend being the main reason behind it. They abused me for eight years until finally, I ran away from that hell hole and found an apartment on rent far from them.

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