Anastasia

*You see a baby in a box, crying, wanting to be picked up.*

(I pick her up and I rub her face against the wall the rough sand paper texture tearing her flesh off)

*you feel a sharp pain as her tiny hands scratch at your face, she cries out in pain and fear, her small body trembling*

*She was at baby she take off her jacket and wrap the round the baby's body* shh is okay.

*the baby stops crying and starts to smile at you*

*She look up the sky and the rain was getting harder she start riding while holding the baby*