*okay...basically, this is the introduction of my story...i am not sure, if its a good one or not and i might need some comments with it
This was the part that I had always wondered: How can I tell you who I am?
Okay, it was like this: When everything seemed to appear so strange and sullen, your heart pounded just by the look from a stranger. You lowered your head to keep your eyes away from them. You have no where else to go but the abandoned ruins at the corner of the city, but even there seems a bad place to stay for gangs make their home there.
So where do you go? There was nothing else but the streets.
I called myself Iniyuki and for me, the streets had always been home ever since I saw my house in ruins. The walls had been torn down from its foundations; the roof had crashed on the floor. By my feet were the bodies of my parents. Their bodies crushed against a collapsing wall. Their lifeless eyes stared silently at me while their blood covered my legs.
From that then on, I gave no consideration on my health after I had left my home. I gave no thought to where I stay for the night, nor had I feared for my own life upon the hands of gangs or murderers. I tried to live the best of what I can everyday by stealing off food from the market stalls or pick pocketing the purses of women who walked on the busy streets I call, “Gion”. If I survived one day, I called it luck; if I survived one day with a full stomach, I called it a miracle.
But there was this instance, a tiny faint of luck, where my own life might one day change. I had always believed that I should die under the shadows of the passer-bys. I had doubted that they sympathize me after I rampage the market stalls of a local festival to feed my desperation of hunger. I was whipped with three lashes at my back when they caught me. That was a week ago.
The scars were still there in my back, a remainder of my own fault. It weakened me as the blood flow freely from the wounds. I wondered on how long I would live if this continued. However, at the eve when I thought that my body would cease moving, a woman came up to me.
She offered me her hand. At first, I hesitated thinking to myself that this must be a joke, an illusion brought by my appetite. I stared at her momentarily curious on what she would do next. But she just stayed there.
She murmured something. I could not remember what she had said but my body slowly reacted to her voice. It lifted me up and I fell softly between her open arms. My face rested on her clothes feeling the softness against my skin. I heard her speak. Maybe it was, “Sleep now” but I am not too sure if those were the right words; for by the time she said them I was already asleep within her arms.
Suddenly, I woke up with flashes of light appearing against my eyes, as I stretched my arms way up above my head. I took time at the edge of my bed, rubbing my eyes and yawning before I finally look out of my window at the second floor of my house.
Today’s a beautiful day. The sky was clear and the sun was at the center of the horizon. Below me, the noises of young boys playing soccer and the chats of young women reached my ears. I gave another yawn before I made my way to the bathroom.
before curious. And something else, you could put some description of the woman's expressions while she was just there. Or...since the next paragraph begins with she murmured something you could make it one sentence. Like this: 
This was just breathtaking 
