I was born on a cold day in February. I was due the last day of January, but I came on the first of February. My parents were not expecting me so I was basically not wanted. They decided to name me Amethyst not just because of my birth month but because of a birthmark. The doctors tried to remove it but it stayed. It is more like a jewel glued to my ankle. The doctors didn't know what to do so they just call it a birth mark. like I said, I wasn't wanted so I was put to adoption when I was six years old. My parents always told me I was lucky that I wasn't aborted. I didn't know what that meant but I amused it wasn't good. Now i'm 15 years old and I still haven't got adopted. People always said no because of my 'special' birth mark Now I'm gone missing. All I hear are the screams of others around me. We are all Different. And not in a good way.