WARNING: MAY HAVE GRAPHIC IDEAS THAT SOME VIEWERS MIGHT SUFFER TRIGGERS FOR.

I wonder my lonely, dark streets in my thin black hoodie and in my old black jeans. I shiver, obviously it was a dumb idea to walk the streets of Oregon during winter in the thinnest clothes I owned. With my issue of being cold even during the hot days of summer, this sense of cold was doubled.

I forced my hands deeper in my pockets. The street came to an end, I stopped and stared at the curb for a second before turning and facing my town. The fog only allowing me to see the last few houses.

I shivered again and whispered, a strange smirk formed on my face , "I'm going to welcome this cold. I deserve to have at least a bit of pain."

I pulled out a knife from my pocket and made a scratch into a tree behind me before I began to angrily slash it. Tears began to flow, but I had no conscious of it.

Satisfied, I shoved the knife into the tree with such abnormal strength, only the handle stuck out of it. I faced the town again, sliding against the base of the tree.

I closed my eyes, a dark flashback played in my head. Again:

I slinked out of bed to use the bathroom. My 7 year old bladder, always needing to empty. I was about to flush when I heard crashing from my moms bedroom. I left the bathroom to investigate. My heart was pounding against my chest as I clutched my favorite stuffed wolf. The door was open, which wasn't unusual.

I side-stepped into the room and passed through the door silently. When I looked forward I saw a strange figure jump from the window into the fire escape.

My heart beat faster and I wrapped my wolf into my chest as I slowly walked up to the bed. My stuffed wolf fell to the floor as I looked at the graphic scene in front of me. I didn't scream except my parents name.

"Momma! Daddy! No!"

I jumped onto the blood covered sheets and crawled over to their blank faces, their eyes already glazed over. Tears fall from my balling eyes. I fall on top of my parents, begging them to stay. I looked at them, sniffling. I reach over, still laying on top of my moms bloodied body, and dialed 911.

"911 operator, what's your emergency?"
"Hello? My name is L-Luna, I'm 7. T-there w-was a s-strange m-man t-that j-just k-k-k-killed m-m-my p-p-p-par-- ents!"
"Oh my god! Luna, did the man leave?"
"Y-y-yes."
"Okay, I'll send the cops and social security to your address, honey, do you know where you are?"
"No."
"That's okay, I'll track the phone. We'll be there soon." "Okay done. I need to go Luna, but call again if the man comes back."
"O-okay..."

I hung up, and I looked out the window to wait for the cops. While looking, I see a figure run underneath the fire escape. I froze, my brain failing to give me a fight or flight response. Soon, the man came up and stared me in the eye.

He looked me over, seeing excessive amounts of blood on my small nightgown. He pulls out a knife too quickly for me to react.

I raise my right arm to protect myself, but instead, pain flows through my left arm. The pain went from my elbow to my shoulder. I squeak. He forces my face to meet eye to eye.

"The scar that mark leaves, May that remind you of this day when I killed you parents. Made them slowly suffer. That I made sure you suffer with this memory."

The guy slashed my left arm two more times, making it more painful. He pushed me to the floor, my head hitting the ground hard. I could hear faint sirens in the distance. The world swirled. I moved my head to see my wolf within reach. I scoot painfully to it, and propped it underneath my injured arm. My eyelids quivered, the world slowly becoming dark...

I opened my eyes, reaching into my black belt. I pull out a small 9 millimeter pistol and cock it.

I stood up and looked at where I spent my childhood, the stupid orphanage. That place never helped me, in fact it made things worse. I received child abuse, saw my only friend commit suicide. The cops who came didn't help either. The case went cold, and my parents didn't get justice.

I began walking down a different road, this time towards a different place where I would give my justice to my parents.

I knew that no matter what happened, justice, no justice, no death to the guy who murdered my parents; I would be, forever, Alone on the Streets.