(3rd Person)

You live alone, you've been alone for most of your life. Your parents died while you were at the age 10 before that they simply locked you in a room, complete isolation. You honestly couldn't even call it your room, you can still see those blank white walls, no furniture, nothing just an empty room. You are now 17. Although most people, including your landlord, boss, and anyone who had an effect on your apartment or job, thought you were at the legal age of 18. Of course there were a few problems in that plan. When people actually looked into how old you really were, which promptly put you on the streets, again. No job, no home, and enough money in your wallet to last a week if you ate once a day and slept on a vacant bench or tree. But hey, it's nothing you weren't used to. The quiet was relaxing to you, the isolation gave you a sense of serenity. This life is cruel but, unfortunately, it is and always will be your life. You sat down on a park bench after walking around for what seemed like a life time. As you sat you looked back on your life. The torture that was your childhood, when you finally escaped those animals hidden in human skin. For years they locked you away and beat you mercilessly. Your body was covered with scars, head to toe. Your face was not spared, over the eyes, around the neck, everywhere. You covered the ones on your face, neck, hands, and portions of your arms with makeup. Nothing fancy, just enough so you couldn't see. You shivered remembering every last one. "Why...?" You whispered to yourself. They always called you a demon, a mistake, a monster. But why? I never did anything to deserve this, I never left that room until I was 10 years old. 10 years stuck in the same room, 10 years worth of scars, 10 years of your life that hung over your head. The thing is, when you were 10 you blacked out one day as your so called father came at you with knife. You woke up to both of them mangled, lying in front of you. You were drenched in blood, your hands, feet, face, everything was covered in blood. That once white room was splattered with fresh blood. You barely even notices all the blood, what caught your attention was the door. The door was open, for once that door was wide open. You left without a single tear for your oppressors. You ran. You ran and ran until you simply couldn't any longer. You hid away in abandoned houses, warehouses, etc.. You questioned what happened that day but you couldn't remember, so you let it go just happy to finally be free. Free from the nightmare, but right into a new one. You decided to lay on the bench taking off your (F/C) jacket and wrapping it around you like a blanket. Everything was silent. No bushes moving, no animals, not even crickets, just never ending darkness. Being alone felt good to you, you hated loud noises like crowds. You hated the feeling that someone was looking at you. You slowly drifted to sleep. Hoping for a quiet life.