Erin [editing]

ONE| god, zeus, or whatever you call yourself these days

It's been two years. Two fucking years of constantly going in and out of homes. Two years of fucking idiots deciding whether I'm worthy of being their child or not. Two mother fucking shitty years of inhumane abuse and unbearable pain. I thought I got away from that when they took me from Daddy, but I was put right back into it. They're so fucking stupid, everybody is so damn stupid! This world is overrun with such fucked up people it makes me think I'm the sane one!

Everyday I think about my family. I don't know what happened to them, they won't tell me. No one tells me shit nowadays. It's fucked up, but it's the fucked up truth. I don't know what Nicola's been up to, they won't tell me that either. I don't even remember how she looks like. I don't know shit, so I sit in my 'room' of the adoption center waiting to die or for someone to come and choose me as their newly troubled daughter. I've always been chosen over, but that's only because I'm at a children's center. A fucking children's center! Children that are young and innocent. I'm fifteen years old, one of the oldest child here. No one wants an old, ruthless kid!

"Dinner time!" The nanny announced.

I heard the depressed children become joyful as they are probably hungry. I'm not hungry, I'm never hungry these days. I don't want any of the disgusting soups and breads they serve here. I want to go home. But where is home? Oh yeah, I don't fucking have a home because I'm stuck here in my own personal hell.

"Erin, it's time for dinner honey. Come on, let's go eat," said the other nanny as she knocked on my door.

"I didn't eat shit last week and I haven't eaten any shit this week. What makes you think I'm going to eat today?" I growled at the old lady.

"Did you take your medicine today?" She asked nicely.

I stood and got in her face. "Get out!"

Officers were immediately at my room when they heard yelling. Officers don't scare me. I'm not scared of death, I crave it. I wish someone would fucking kill me. I would kill myself, but that's a lame way to die.

"What's going on here?" One officer asked.

They nanny smiled annoyingly, as she always does when she knows she's about to win the argument. She turned to me and clapped her hands together happily before turning back to the officer.

"Nothing, sir. Erin was just about to come eat and be apart of this family for once," the nanny smiled.

I scowled at her and the officers led me out of my room. They didn't touch me because they fucking know better. The light hurt my eyes as I stepped out of my cave, and the children talking hurt my ears. Why won't they just shut the fuck up?

"Now, since we're all here," a nanny mumbled eyeing me. "Let's enjoy dinner this evening."

"Erin, would you say the prayer?" Another nanny asked.

Usually at these types of things I would get angry and refuse. But today I'm in the mood to talk to the one and only Almighty God himself for once. I have some things to tell him, and everyone sitting around this table has a front row seat of my personal conversation. Everyone closed their eyes and I started.

"Dear God or Zeus, or whatever you call yourself nowadays," I started. "I am so ungrateful for your thieving ass."

Some of the children giggled and some of them looked at me with wide eyes.

I smirked. "Thank you for taking our families away and bringing us together to live in a prison like this piece of shit."

"Erin," a nanny warned me.