No 1.
It all started in the year 1970, in a small house isolated from the town and located in the deepest part of the forest, surrounded by tall trees and bushes. A young girl, who lived with her father and had no idea about her mother's whereabouts, resided there. She had never seen her mother since birth, as there were no photographs in the house, and her father never talked about her. Whenever she asked, she would get beaten. There were no relatives she knew of that she could ask, so she could only imagine and hope to one day be answered.
She grew up with her father as her only family, but they weren't close at all. He would leave her alone at home with barely anything to eat. She learned to survive on herbs and plants. Her father would go out, come back drunk, and beat her when he felt like it. As she got older, she started to notice changes. For instance, her hair started to change color. Her hair, which was originally blond, started to turn a bright red color. Her dad noticed this and started mistreating her even more.
One night, while her dad was out, she went to her neighbor's house to stay for a while, as she always does. But then she lost track of time, slept off, and came home late. Her dad beat her so badly that she had bruises all over, but it didn't even bother him. He beat her until she was bleeding. This is how it had always been for her. Over the years, she had gotten used to the brutality. For some reason, her wounds healed abnormally fast, but she did not know this, as she had never seen another injured person and was always amazed at how quickly her bruises and injuries disappeared.
She sat and thought to herself, What might I have done to receive such hate from the one I call father? She was grateful that at least the neighbor cared. Days passed, and as her birthday approached, she wasn't even excited, knowing her dad wouldn't remember, let alone celebrate.
She's speechless, but she puts it on, and memories start flooding through her mind—of people and places she had never seen before. She collapses, and when she wakes up, she's alone in the house. Her head hurts, and she is in a state of confusion. She gets up and looks for her neighbor around the house, but finds she is gone—as if she never existed. She sits in the living room in panic and devastation. The only person who seemed to care about her is gone, just like that. She cries for some time, questions running through her mind with no one to answer.
Her eyes fall on the wooden clock on the wall. The time says 12:30 a.m. She had lost track of time. She wipes her tears and gets up to leave. Then she catches her reflection in a glass pane. Her breath caught, she stumbled back from the glass; this wasn't her. It couldn't be. The color of her hair is now completely red, and her originally brown eyes are now blue. At this point, the rush of emotions is too much for her.
She whispers, "I can't go back. He'll kill me."
She had made up her mind to run. She didn't know where to go or how she would survive. All she knew was that going home was not an option.
She takes one last look around her neighbor's house, and her mind is set. She thinks to herself: What is there to lose? The only person who took care of her is missing, and her dad probably wouldn't care.
She takes off and runs for a few kilometers before arriving at a small cave, she is exhausted and decides to rest.