The girl told me her story. Well I was right, it wasn't worse. Just as bad, but not worse.
"So beat that! she finished with, after a few deap breaths.
"I was abandoned, left out on the streets to fend for myself when I was just six years old! I don't even remember what my parents look like! A cop picked me up, he looked after me. But then he found out what I was. He was so scared of me, that I might hurt him. It hurts a lot to have someone you love be scared of you! I couldn't handle it any more by the time I was fourteen. I left. I made a few good friends. They travelled with me wherever I went. But, then they died. All of them! They were murdered because somebody found out what I am, and they wanted to hurt me, wanted me to suffer! I never made a friend after that. I didn't want anyone else to get hurt. I have been hunted, abandoned, had someone I loved afraid of me, and had my close friends murdered brutally before my eyes! I think I have had it bad too!" I shouted in her direction. I didn't care if anyone heard my life story anymore. She just looked at me. "I've gone through tough times too!" I don't know why I told her all this. Maybe she needed it. I didn't even know her name.

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I hope this is okay ^__^