The Past
I was cold
They were warm
I was wet
They were dry
I had rags
They had jackets
They had every thing
I lost it all
One year ago I lost it all
Two years ago my sister was still here
Three years ago we became orphans
Four years ago we were abandoned
Five years ago there was abuse
Six years ago our dad died
Seven years ago there was an accident
Eight years ago there was a happy family
Nine years ago I was born
Ten years ago she was born
Now though I'm alone
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I crawl out of the building where I live, heh no maby I should say survive though I'm not doing a very good job at that. I start heading to where I usually get my food from, It’s a big house they have four kids, to put it as nice as possible I would say they are a bit chubby. Let’s be honest here chubby is an understatement they are so big they can barely walk. Maby my sister and I could have been friends with them but I wouldn't know, I haven't had friends in years, and my sister is dead.
Just last year my sister died, she went to find food on Mount Ebott for us she never came back. I blink the tears away from my eyes as I remember her falling in the hole, I have seen so many things. I've seen my father getting hit by a truck, he died a year later, I was there right next to him. There was beeping BEEP and then BEEP it just held, BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP it wouldn't stop. I was four at the time, I was five when the worst happened. Mother would bring home men, she was drunk, they were drunk. I was beat, my sister and I were tied to chairs, forced to watch each other suffer, beaten till our eyes had no more tears left to shed.
I grab as much food as I can from the trash, half eaten doughnuts, a slice of cake, and all the candy they didn't want from their birth day. I also took a bit of steak I found, it’s rare they eat anything healthy. I swear they would rather eat rotting sweats than something healthy if it was the last thing on earth.
I realize I'm starting to forget my plans for today so I dismiss the thought and leave to go back home, and store my stuff. After what I found to eat is in the old cooler I found in the trash I head out. I finally have enough food to spare to go and look for a new home. "Home" I hate that word so much.
A picture falls out of my pocket, I look at it and see a picture of me and my sister with our names and age at the time written in black ink on the back.
Frisk and Chara
Age 2 and Age 3