Why? Why do people harm other people. Some people adopt kids but instead harm them. That is the story of my life and all of my friends. We ran away. hoping it would be better then living with monsters. So we disappeared into the night. We knew it was going to be hard to live homeless, but not this hard. Half of my friends died of hunger and the other of thirst. I'm the only one still living and breathing. Soon enough I'm going to go too and I wish I was still in the house of the monster, because living with them is better than on the streets.

What I regret