Hi there, my name is Ebony. I'm not like all kids. My parents abandoned me at birth when they thought I was cursed. We have a rumour in town that the fifth child will be bad. Not tantrum bad. Cursed bad. And they all believed it. To be fair, I believe it too. The minute I was born, rain crashed down on an ominous night. Lightning crashed from the sky and the dark, sad clouds crowded and my birth dad was outside. The thunder gave a huge bang and in an instant, a blinding flash of light hit him. We didn't know what happened, yet our ears pricked up when we heard sirens. A neighbour had found the lifeless body, and despite the doctors best efforts we received the tragic news 5 hours later. He was dead.
This was 13 years ago. My life now is just complicated. Ever since my dad died, my biological family was teared apart. Ever since I was born, I had been in 13 foster homes. Ever since I was born, my life was cursed. School is horrible having all these kids pick on me for a dare, living in fear of me. If I even looked at them, scared that I would curse them. Sometimes I wish I could. However, don't even get me started on my thirteenth foster home - little did I know it would be the death of me...
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Within the Devil's Grasp
AdventureHow does it feel to live, die and be born again? How does it feel to be the unluckiest kid in the world? How does it feel to fend for yourself with no one in your corner? Ebony knows. She's suffered and been through a lot with no one believing her...
