I have been abused, with fire, and my sister didn't make it through that, and when I ran away from that creep I had my dog with me and on the way some very bad people tried to beat me up, but i fought back. While running away from them down the street, one of the guys grabbed my dogs leg, yanked him and me back, and stabbed him to death IN FRONT OF ME. Then i cried while sprinting to the closet town, which I found a orphanage. The next day, I was adopted by a young woman, which took me straight to the hospital after one week because I fainted 5 times, and slept a lot. I couldn't walk even, and I felt weak as hell. At that point, I thought I should just die. But they diagnosed me with Leukemia and I weirdly felt better. I knew they could help me, and I wanted to live. LOL i'm typing this while I have my break during Chemotherapy. Boring, right? XD