How to Live Without Love

Iris Rains is unique for the worst reasons possible...
She has always ran...
Since she was little...
Since she was abandoned by her family at such a young age...
She has never felt love...
She doesn't know the concept...
She has no idea what the word 'Love' is...
It's a shame really...
So how about we share her story?
Maybe it will teach you how to live without love?

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1. Iris Rains

 

Iris Rains is unique, and not nessecarily for good reasons.

Iris Rains is unique, not just because of her unusual name, but also for the fact that she is not alike most 19 year old girls. She isn't waiting for a phone call or a letter on exspensive paper to arrive with the return adress of some prestigious university or college, but she also isn't sitting around at home with any plans of her future.

She knew exactly what the future held for her. And that is running... Not in the way that must immediately spring to mind, not in the way you see athletes compete for the incredible prizes of bronze,silver and gold medals, or even when you are driving along in your car, and you see people in short sleeved tops and shorts running along the pavement, struggling with their breathing, usually with small white ear phones lodged deeply into their ear lobes.

No, this is a different type of running. This is the type of running you watch people do in dramatic movies, action books and sometimes in your own imagination. This is the type of running which requires leaving every place ever visited after only a few months, which requires never meeting people properly, never making friends, which requires even changing your name every few months, changing your background, your past, sometimes even your appearance. It is in fact, the type of running, that is all that Iris' future consists of, this is all she has to hope for, all she has, and will ever, know.

Iris Rains has been running since she could remember, she has never stopped, every time her name is changed, and each time consists of a new past. No matter what it has to be different, she can never be found. She must continue running. Most would be wondering why by now, why would a 19 year old be damned to running for the rest of her life? 

Well you will be suprised to know that she is infact running from herself, her old life, she doesn't even know exactly why, running is all she has ever known, it is her life now. Her old life was much worse than it is now. Her life wasn't filled with the normal love that surronds children, it had been filled with hatred. Her family, they weren't like yours or my family, they didn't love her, nobody ever had. She had lived with only her mother and father, no siblings, her parents did not love her, and she was yet to know why.

She had always been confused, as she was sent out to scavange for food to feed the actual adults of the house, she would watch wistfully as parents walked by, holding children to their sides, pushing prams, little happy families walking by. This is mainly what pushed Iris to the edge.

Not jealousy, not hatred, no other emotion apart from love. Love, love is what destroyed her, love is what had ruined her life, love is the emotion that caused her to be broken, forever, forced her out onto the street at only 9 years old, and yet, she had never felt love in her life. She had no idea what love is. That is why it drove her mad, drove her to the edge.

It drove her mental, and she had flipped, she had been watching happy families strolling by all day long outside on the pavement infront of the shop she had been sitting infront of, not wanting to return to the hell hole of a flat she had to call her home. She was 8 years old, only 8, and she had nobody, absolutely nobody to show her what this strange alien feeling was, as she watched people walk by, couples, mothers and daughters, fathers and sons, families.... everybody who loved each other, she was left in utter confusion. Love, that is the emotionn that was foreign to her.

She flipped, later that night, she had started screaming, just randomly in the kitchen of the tiny flat, shouting at her parents, using curse words she had learnt from hearing her parents use them in every single sentence they said to her. She had begun to finally be driven mental. She just couldn't understand anything, she had had nobody to show her. As she shouted and screamed, her voice grew louder, awaking her mother from her drunken slumber.

Her own mother, had never been there for her, her own mother didn't love her, nobody did, she had no concept of love... her mother walked up to her. Her 5'9 figures standing above the tiny eight year old was ofcourse intimmidating to Iris, her mother had spat out every insult that had come to her mind, and then had grabbed her roughly pulling her through the terribley messy living room area down the hall and into Iris' so called 'bedroom'. Iris had been chucked into the plain and un-furnished room, and she begun to cry. Even this was foreign to her, nobody had even cared enough to teach her what the tears ment, nobody had told her what crying was, she had never heard of it.

That night she had planned leaving, but not before staying up until midnight, just like she had every year on this exact date. 13th October, that day, as soon as the clock turned 00:00, she was obviously 9 years old, for some reason she considered this to be the age she would be grown up, this was the year she thought she might be able to change her life around, she couldn't do this. 

But she tried... she tried running... and her parents, and the police and probably some other important people, had come after her, so therefore she had to be on the run, even at the age of 9, she managed to survive on her own, she had grown up far too quickly.

But maybe... just maybe if she she had someone to guide her... But she had nobody...

No one their to love her...

To even show her the concept of love..

And so, until this very day, even at 19 years old, she doesn't know the meaning of love, she has never felt it, nobody has ever felt it for her, and she will never know what it feels like...

She will forever be the 'Girl without love'.

So hers is the perfect story to show you, 'How to Live Without Love'.

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