Yet to be decided

She cried into her makeshift pillow, fashioned out of old clothes and rags, in her corner of the basement, nose bleeding, knees bruised, her pretty face red from crying.Thoughts running through her head at a train's speed.Was she going to continue living her life like this? Will she be able to fight them back?She was just a poor orphan, that life had to treat this way, couldn't she do more than endure the pain? A new idea popped into her head.Her eyes lit up with hope