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"Don't talk like that," Wilfred said.

Scarlett's tears continued to fall, but this time, they were for herself, not Wilfred.

"It's true," Scarlett said, her eyes hollow as she spoke to him. "Every time I have a nightmare, I dream that no one will take care of my body. I have no family, no friends. If I die, it will be as if I were garbage." Wilfred tried to comfort her. "That day will never come."

Scarlett closed her eyes, feeling a deep sadness she could not overcome. She had always been different from other girls.

Others had parents while she did not. Her life was filled with killing. People said her parents sold her for two thousand dollars.

The idea that no parent would sell their child was ridiculous. She was the proof that some parents did not love their children. They wanted boys, not girls, and sold her without hesitation.

Since she could remember, her life was about training to kill and steal. Her childhood was filled with beatings and coldness.

Sold into a life with no choice, she became a killing machine. Knowing this, she still had to jump into the pit because refusing meant death.

She often wished she had never been born. It would have been better than being trafficked into a criminal organization and forced into a life of crime. She wanted to be a good person but was not allowed to from birth.

Scarlett wondered if she had ever truly lived for herself. The answer was no. She lived a life of mere survival, as Sawyer had said, her life was cheap.

who did not love her,

was truly hers. Only with Wilfred did she feel

and knew what he wanted. She did not. She could not control her fate, so how could

of happiness. If she was

and death

still cared for him. "I

the streets aimlessly, suddenly unsure where to

and she could not trust anyone around her. Who could she

looked at her hands, which were real and solid, but

she feel so healthy yet be so

process everything at once. It felt

pinching herself brought pain,

were somewhat vacant, lacking vitality. She walked slowly, bumping

the

apologized

set

if it might rain. People hurried home, but Nina continued walking,