The rough hands pushed me out into the wintery cold. Soft, piercing snow hit my cherry-colored cheeks. My fingers began to numb and my tears were slowly freezing to my pale skin.

“You are not welcomed here anymore!” The orphanage master shouted at me as I lied in the snowbank.

She shut the heavy door and locked it, leaving me to death.

I slowly gathered myself and stood up.

It was cold, dark, and such a hopeless night.

No moon nor stars shone.

I dragged my heavy steps through the white snow, silently begging to find warmth.

I have no where to go.

I am utterly and completely alone.

Again, tears sting my eyes, but I do not let them fall.

“I will not let them ruin this life I was given,” I said to myself, sternly and reassuring.

I hug my arms around me and waddle through the night, following a small glow through the woods.

I look behind me at a place I thought would be home, but I shake my head.

I never belonged here anyway.

I strive forward to a new life; a life that wants me.