As I flew in the woods, the cold couldn't befriend me, as it swept across my face with rash; my fingers had married the wind as it went numb.I throw my scarf over my head and tied it beneath my chin, trying to get little warmth, but it seems not to offer me any real comfort, neither from the cold breeze striking nor from the wolves in search of me.My legs are filled with a burning sensation as i hurriedly stamp the cold grass, generating an uncomfortable heat. That was least of my worries as I went deeper into the woods.If one ever told me in the past, that I would end up in this condition, I would have asked my dad to strike the person dead..I'm Elite Eve Edward Jones, 17years old.Edward Jones was my father's name. He named me after him being his only daughter and only child. Eve was my mother's name. My dad loved her so much, but she died birthing me and since then it has been my fault. For my father, I have always been considered a curse. Something I learned to live with.Eli
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