"We understand death only after it has placed its hands on someone we love."- Anne L.de Stael 

 "Mia, wake up!" Whispered a soft, hushed voice.

In fact, it was so hushed I almost had thought I was just hearing things.That was until out of nowhere a loud door slam pierced through the silent hallway from the room right next to ours, creating enough force to vibrate the old wooden floors which we were laying on.

"Mia! Please wake up! I'm scared!"Panic flooding the little girl's voice.

l automatically knew who it was that was calling for me.

"Holly, where are you?" I whispered back, trying to look through the pitch-black room.

The foster people we live with don't allow us to have the lights on after 7:30.

Trust me, I learned that lesson the hard way.

You see, if you have the lights on after the restricted time, you'll get punished.

The punishments are plainly decided on how drunk Mrs. and Mr. Rockwell were that night.

On a good night, punishments usually consist of not allowed to go to sleep until they decide they worked you lang enough or going a couple of nights without dinner, sometimes both.

But if they start drinking the punishments become more violent.

Mrs. Rockwell has never psychically abused any of the kids here but better yet she sits back and watches her husband do all the work, smiling.

I remember the first time James Rockwell hit me, I wanted to drop to my knees and cry out for my mother, but I didn't.

You see when you've been in the system as long as I have you learn how to control showing your emotions.

Because people like James and Martha thrive on seeing you break down, they get off on it.

"Come here, you stupid bitch!"

Mrs.Rockwell sneered at me.

"No, I'm sorry, whatever I did wrong I won't do it again! I promise!"

I begged her.

"Damn right you won't do it again!"

Martha laughed, the malevolent smile on her face sent horrid chills up my spine.

body in waves that were

ass up

my long brown hair, that was dirty because we are only allowed one shower a week, and pulled as hard as

when I heard Mr.Rockwell's

started to increase, and my lungs started burning

to hold the

mine, and I didn't

crooked smile started to form

thought the smell of alcohol was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell, James was on a totally new

do we have

my wrist in

slowly, I could basically see the

after curfew, honey.What should we do with

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

to

the hard slapped that was placed on

as my face began

leave your room after 9

angry voice echoed in the

I wasn't allowed to go to the bathroom

free hand, that wasn't death gripping my wrist, started to travel up and down my

feeling made my stomach

sides of my stomach and then clasped around

act tough huh? beg me, beg me to stop,

my neck, squeezing

were pleading

cry, I wanted to fight, I wanted to

before everything went black was when I was younger,

at the stars, she once told me that for every star my eye

our bodies, and float into the universe, shining for the people they love back on

are nothing more than balls of

right now I've

"Over here."

soft voice filled the quiet

the other sleeping kids,

she's been here for about a week and a

been here for two months and

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