I don't deserve forgiveness or pity. I have learned from my ultimate mistake but I can't take it back now. Instead I relive it every night in my nightmares. The beating, the starvation. So much contributed to where I am now. Before it all happened I still had problems. But these problems were ones that every 17 year old girl went through. I had accepted the fact that I didn't have a father long ago. When he left the family one night when I was 5 I could have never have guessed that he would come back. I mean, who would. Every fatherless little girl wants their daddy back and I was no different. Maybe I just wanted a whole family instead of a broken one. I had good friends at school who acted as of they would be there for me, but ten when the time came they let me take the beating and just closed their eyes so they wouldn't see. It all started Friday, after school. Tibbles was this stray cat that I had grown quite fond of. He visited me every day and we would just simply spend time together, I misss those afternoons we spent together. Anyway, as I was walking I noticed a tabby cat dart out from under a car and into an alleyway. "Tibbles? Where you going, bud?" I called after him and followed, curiosity eating away at me as to where he was going. As I rounded a corner into another alleyway I stopped dead. Two men in long black coats and suits were standing there, talking quietly amoungst themselves. It was only a split second before the taller one with dark brown hair noticed me. his eyes wavered as if he was uncertain as what to do. The other man, who was a redhead swung his head around to look at me. I knew from the movies that when he reached to his hip that he was going to be pulling out a gun, and I was right.