TMNT

Orphanage

A/N
~So that picture up there is full body and weapon. Her weapon is like a scythe but not. It's kinda weird. Oh well. ONWARD!!~

A nice lady dressed in pretty blue clothes visited me while I was in the hospital. She asked me so many questions about myself and what my life was like. It was kinda nice that someone was caring for me. She had a little clipboard in hand and every time I would say something, she'd write it down.

When I was done telling her, she had tears in her eyes.

"You sure are one tough little girl." She said.

I smiled and asked, "So what's all that stuff for?"

"A new home."

I was released from the hospital and was being led by the nice lady. I actually never got her name...

"What is your name?" I questioned.

"The name's Sarah sweetie." She gestured over to a car where a man got out and held open the door for me. I got in and buckled up while Sarah got in too.

"Where are we going?" I asked as the car started to drive off.

"Darlin' Daisies Orphanage. It's really nice and I just know you're gonna love it there!" She exclaimed.

~Time skip to 1 year upon arrival and she's had her ninth birthday~

"It's really nice and I just know you're gonna love it there!" I mimicked.

I soooooooo love it here...

I walked down the hall, cowering away from the other children. They'd beat me and say mean things. The caregivers didn't do anything about it either.

Once I reached the main room I sat down on a semi far away couch. I only had two friends but we weren't that close... Other kids started pouring in, and some surrounded me.

"Oi brat, how many kicks do you want today?" One of them asked.

"I don't want any!" I exclaimed while standing up. But then I met the ground, my old friend, and was kicked over and over. Laughter and taunts could be heard all around. Some more kids joined in and pulled my hair or punched me. I managed to escape somehow and run to my room.

I broke down crying when I reached the bathroom conjoined to my room. I had bruises covering my arms and I could feel a few cracked ribs. Some cuts and scrapes littered my body. I was a walking punching bag.

And this continued for five years...