Kala sat shivering against a cold, damp wall, in a dark ally, somewhere in the large city, the name of which she was unsure. He had blindfolded her when he ditched her. Him. She shivered harder at the thought of him. What he did. The rain that created a harsh chill was getting harder. Maybe it would make her sick; maybe she would get lucky and die. Death, how wonderful it would be to just get rid of all this pain. She glanced down at her tattered body. Her clothes were practically in shreds. Cuts and bruises covered her frail body. She sunk back and closed her eyes.

She was 5 years old again, in a sunny yard. Playing with her brother, pretending she was a knight, just like the heroes she had heard about. Suddenly, she was in a dark dungeon. He was coming towards her, a malicious grin on his face, a whip in his hand. She automatically tried to inch into a corner. Not that it would help. She knew what was coming. She couldn't stop it.

Her eyes fluttered open, she was back in the ally, in the city. She felt a brief pain in her stomach. "I'm probably pregnant," she thought. "I will have to be reminded of that monster every time I look at the baby." At that moment, she knew what she must do.

She crept around the corner, peering around the booths. "Perfect" she thought, as her eyes traveled to a knife, its blade sharp and long. She crept up to it, glancing around to make sure no one was looking; she quickly snatched it up and scurried back to the ally.

Kala's hand shook as she pressed the sharp blade to her wrist. For some reason she was reluctant to slice the blade through her wrist. To end her pain. "Don't be a baby!" she told herself. "Do you want to live like this, with a kid, that bastards kid?" she closed her eyes, and made the cut.