Plot

A indentation is a gap or hole of some sort, it has a variety of meanings to whom who had used it, but for this it could be seen as something in a person. A hole that was left engraved in their heard, the burdens and weight they have had carried for years could finally lift off from them but yet that hole seems to stay. They say it's a phase, they say soon it'll change, but how come the emptiness insides to only grow? Was it the lack of affection from those who had you forcefully bringing you into this world, or was it the lack of attention you received from them and everyone else? Sure you can change your appearance, hair, style, face, and body; but will that really change the void you have inside. Surround yourself with people sure, that'll cause a temporary distraction, once the nights hits and you're alone in the empty bed you have to go to everyday not even you fill up the room. It begins to feel like you're not real and you're only a figure that plays for others lives; you look deep inside to find a meaning on why you exist and the purpose you have to bring to this world but the thoughts tend to overfill and snap. You lose your head, you lose control, and suddenly the burdens and weight comes back and you can't do anything but cry out for help but nobody is there. The depression you hold had grew into something you knew to well, you don't know how to live without it.

"Whore, that's what you are" she said, the rage inside her beginning to slowly slip out, However I could see the pain in her eyes, she had been broken once again.

"Anabel, I didn't mean to, I just lost control and things had lead off to more than I had wanted please, I'm sorry" the other women says as she held a blanket covering her chest as man laid besides her, facing Anabel.

"No one ever loses control, the give into temptation even knowing the consequences. You knew what would happen and you made a fool out of me, I can't believe I ever was your friend." Anabel begins to gathers her clothing and items into a rose leather suit case, her cries echoed through the home that was once filled with only joy.

"My dear we can talk about this," the male figure sat up staring at Anabel the sheets covering from below his waist.

"No!" She slams the suit case down to the ground and in full stress, she blows, "You made me feel like fool James, you slept with her even when I'm carrying our child!" Anabel didn't watch her temper, and the stress had boiled her blood, she screamed and threw objects at them till a red drip fell down to the carpet. She gasped, a vase in her hand drops to the floor and the tears in her eyes stop; she looks down slowly shaking seeing her legs drip down in blood.

"No" She mumbles, "No no no no!!!" her mumbles turn into screams as she falls to the ground holding her stomach the tears starting up once again, the stare at her in disbelief not moving a single step. The tragic incident had left her heart broken, she had lost the little girl she wanted to raise. She had went to the hospital for any hope but it had been to late, the child was gone, and her heart now having a hole which nothing had fixed.

"Anabel," a distorted voice had called out for her, "Anabel!" it had gotten louder and she snapped out the trace she was in.

"Oh, excuse me I don't know where my head went." She chuckled smiling then looked over at the person calling her name, the voice had been from her coworker named Stella. Anabel started to work at a small bakery and that was her first job, she was always forced to stay home and was unable to work for herself but she had managed to find a job that didn't require that much experience. Stella had taught her everything she needed to know and they had became closer.

"It's okay, were you thinking again?" Stella responded placing her hand on Anabel's shoulder.

"Yeah but it's okay, everything is okay" She grabs a rag cleaning up the counters and fixing anything to keep herself busy.

*Ding*

The door opens from the shop and a little boy around 10 years old comes in his hair in a mess standing up from the ends, and his face covered in dirt patches, his clothing seemed to be old as they were covered in stains even his shoes where barely white anymore. Anabel turns looking at the boy as she listens in a bit analyzing him.

"What can I get you for today mister?" Stella asks him but the boy only looked at her in silence then moved his eyes to the direction of the donuts, he pointed to the glaze one then looked back at her, "oh you would like that one? Of course, here let me get it for you" She grabs the donuts putting it into a small brown bag then sets it on the counter next to the registered. Stella began to ring up the order but before she could he grabs the bag and runs out the door leaving as fast as he could.

"Do we stop him?" Anabel asks Stella in complete shocked, Stella seemed unaffected by the situation turning to her.

"Well, I see the kid on the streets all the time, he's always sits there with the same clothing and he seems to steal from every small shop. My theory is, he has no home and no money so he tries to survive off what he can." Anabel sets the rag down then blanks out once again thinking.

It seems like life has these obstacles that tend to be difficult than they need to be, the innocent get the hardest testing the lives that they end up on the streets. Everything seems to be missing, the parts of this puzzle seem to be lost and hard to find the other half.