Can’t Erase The Erase Marks

== PROLOGUE ==
“Go! Quick! Before she wakes up!” a man called loudly, slowly echoing and getting more muffled each time it echoed. She let out a small cry, she wasn’t sure if she was whining about the cold, rocky space below her which was scraping against her back, or the bumpy, torn apart, brown cardboard walls which were surrounding her overwhelmingly close to her. 
There was also the smoky, grey air that made her cough and wheeze. After about 2 hours she began to get used to her surroundings and slowly lifted the cardboard box with her small, pale fingers. Surprisingly, she really didn’t she much. It was mostly just darkness. 
The soft breeze brushed against her back as it got strong and stronger each moment. She was starting to get cold. She crawled around for a bit and eventually found a soft, black hoodie. She slipped her body into it and went to sleep. 
When she woke up the felt something soft—a hand. It was lifting up part of the hoodie, letting sunlight shine into it and making it warmer, brighter, better. 
Category:Literature
Category:Orchid’s stuff
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