A dark shadowed highlighted hair weaves across the streets down below while trying to calculate all the bad things in her head. Pressuring herself to deal with all the debts her father left her to deal. Whilst she had to borne by the cruelsome of her family members actions, they pretended everything as if it was fine. As if their lives were engraveled by the words of soothness and assureness.

     She breathed out a sigh of giving in, as her clothes and hair swayed by the breeze left by the wind itself whenever they commenced. Wishing if only time could stop and begged for the world to stop playing withher to dealt with everything it left for her. She gaze down ger scarred hands, even a fool could figure out she was beaten up. especially what happened earlier,

"Give me a bit more time and I'll try to pay everything! Promise!"

How she begged yet they didn't even spare even a glance at her. The men in dark clothes where one couldn't help but notice they were collectors.How they had beaten her senselessly, ignoring her muffled screams and strained cries. even after the cuts they gave her starting to spill blood, they didn't care- not until her body turned to limp and had no energy to struggle against their will.

"We'll give you till the end of the year"

     She winced in pain as her wounds began to burn and ache. She stared down to the ground, hoping if it could swallow her whole while making no contact of the