The girl lies broken and beaten in the dark and dirty alleyway, muttering.  Her ocean blue eyes dulled by the harshness of this horrible world.  Her pale skin ruined by this traumatizing life.  Her ripped up shreds of wet clothing cling to her skin, making her even colder.

          "How could I have been such a fool?  Mom?  Dad?  Why did I do that?"  she whispers as she cradles herself slowly.  She pulls her knees closer to herself, wrapping her arms around them to conserve as much heat and warmth as possible.  The girl's hands are caked with grime.  Her white blonde hair is stained wet with dirt and grimy water.  If someone would look closely enough, they would see that her hair is highlighted with dozens of blood red hairs.

          "Lindsey?  Lindsey Marking?  Is that you?"  a voice calls down the alley.  The girl's eyes grow wide as she frantically looks for a place to hide.  She crawls under a thrown out cardboard box because of how skinny and small she is.  The poor girl hasn't had a proper meal in ages, only scavenging through thrown out bits of food not proper enough for those people of more money.  The girl used to be one of those people, but that life is long gone for her.

          "Lindsey!  Come out please! We know you're there.  We are here to help you,"  the voices call out again.  The voices belong to white men in black tuxedos wearing black shades, so black their eyes can't be seen.

          The girl's breath quickens.  She closes her eyes as tight as she can, as if she is envisioning a place outside of this horror.  Or maybe, she is envisioning the life that she could have had.  With her eyes closed, she grips the handle tightly.  The handle that is stained with water and sweat.  A calloused hand gently lifts the box up to reveal the broken girl.

          "Lindsey.  Hello there.  We are here to help you.  We are here to make your life better,"  the man reassures quietly.  "Can you stand?"  The girl stands up slowly, hiding the handle behind her back.

          "Can you talk?"  The girl shakes her head side to side, her white blonde hair spraying water all over the man.  The man forces a thin smile and ignores it.  "Okay, that's fine.  All you have to do it come with me.  We'll make you happy again."  The girl slowly nods her head.  In turn, the man smiles and places his hand on the middle of her back to guide her to the car.  That was the last straw for the ruined girl.

          The girl shrieks a strangled scream as she reveals the handheld gun. The girl takes a deep breath.  She swallows the grimy air as all of her hair floods into a crimson, rose color.  Her dulled blue eyes transform into a vivid blood red.  The girl closes her eyes and lets go.  She lets go of everything that held her to this horrible world.

          The man lies dead at the mercy of her gun.  Her red eyes go back to their original color as with most of her hair.  However, one strand of her white blonde hair will forever remain red, from the blood of her enemy. 

          "You have the right to take her by force,"  a radio speaker informs.  Two other men that flanked the dead one step forward and grabs the girl's arms.

          "Mom!  Dad!  Help me!  I'm sorry!  Mom!  Dad!  Help!  I'm sorry!"  The girl screams over and over again on the top of her lungs until someone duct tapes her mouth shut.  However, even then, the girl screams against the restrictions of the grey tape, but no one will hear her, like nobody did before.  No one will ever hear the girl with the untold future.