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Opening the door and stepping into the large, empty house, the girl shook the snow from her hair. It was getting colder out, and she had yet to buy a winter jacket. Sighing, she removed the hat from her head and ran a hand through her bright red hair. Many claimed that she dyed it, and very few actually believed that it was her true hair color. Closing her blue eyes, she took a deep breath, trying to warm herself up. She needed a pair of boots for the winter as well. She made a mental note, and tried remembered finally that the door was still open behind her. Closing it with her foot, she shook her head again, stray moisture flew off in all directions, and she suppressed a shiver from the cold.
Heading over to one of the small couches that had been in the abandoned house when she found it, she sat down and closed her eyes. Things weren't always so difficult, she knew that much. But...she also wondered what they used to be like. She had opened her eyes one morning, not remembering who she was or where she had come from. She had no reason to believe that things used to be easier than living the way she did now, alone, in an abandoned house that used to belong to someone. No reason except that feeling that followed her everywhere, the feeling that told her that she wasn't alone, that there was someone else out there, maybe someone that could help her.
That day, when she woke up, was the hardest day, and as her blue eyes came to a complete close, her exhaustion took over, forcing her to remember it all over again, as it did every time she dared let herself sleep.
Heading over to one of the small couches that had been in the abandoned house when she found it, she sat down and closed her eyes. Things weren't always so difficult, she knew that much. But...she also wondered what they used to be like. She had opened her eyes one morning, not remembering who she was or where she had come from. She had no reason to believe that things used to be easier than living the way she did now, alone, in an abandoned house that used to belong to someone. No reason except that feeling that followed her everywhere, the feeling that told her that she wasn't alone, that there was someone else out there, maybe someone that could help her.
That day, when she woke up, was the hardest day, and as her blue eyes came to a complete close, her exhaustion took over, forcing her to remember it all over again, as it did every time she dared let herself sleep.
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