• tab My name is brokenchik7...or that's my pen name. I don't have a real name like most other people so I go by 7. This is the story of my current appearance.

    tab I was raised in a small village by my older brother and sister. On the day I turned 10 my sister moved out of the house with her new husband. My brother stayed well away from me so I lived in almost complete solitude, only seeing my brother in the evenings. I was tall for my age and had curly black hair. I never thought of myself as beautiful until I was 15.
    tab I'd been outside walking in the forest wearing my favorite black dress with my brother's coat. The forest was overgrown and my dress was torn from all the brambles by the time I spotted the small cottage neatly built in a small, circular clearing. I headed towards it, my throat sore and my body covered in scratches. I approached the house cautiously, pausing when I saw a movement in the window.
    tab A young man stepped out of the cottage and I froze, my body locked and my heart trying to rip it's way out of my chest. "It can't be," I breathed as he stepped forward.
    tab "Is that you 7?" The man asked, his voice deep and hushed.
    tab "It is I Rostuv. Am I dreaming?" I asked.
    tab "I don't think so 7." He said as he covered the distance between us in a few steps. I automatically held my arms out as they yearned to reach for him.
    tab Rostuv had no such inhibitions and his arms wrapped around me and his lips pressed against mine ever so softly. The world around us faded until I felt a stabbing sensation in my eye. I screamed and fell to the ground.

    tab I was wearing Rostuv's hat to attempt to hide the bloody bandage over my eye.
    tab "Thank you ever so much Rostuv for your help. It was nice to see you again."

    To Possibly Be Continued