Me and Emily were finally found foster parents ((the parents I'm currently with)) we aprotched our new home,Emily now 1 i'm almost 6-7, I held my baby sister close as we stood in front of the family, a women,man,and small baby boy.I was the oldest child. Day in and day out...I had all the Responsibility's,cooking,cleaning,bathing little ones.in till one day I went off to school leaving Emily alone with my foster mum.((my foster dad died from cancer)). I came back that afternoon, looking around the house for Emily,her now being 2. I couldn't find her,I walked to my foster mum and asked her"mama,where's Emily??" She looked at me emotionless "we don't speak of Emily" she walked away.I began to cry running to me and emilys room,((the basement)). I hugged her favorite stuffed rabbit as I cryed."Emily......Emily" I whispered as I drifftes off to sleep.
~several days pass~
A few days after Emily was gone,our room ((basement)), was filled with a terrible smell.I gaged as I pinched my nose searching for the suspect making the smell. The terrible smell led me to a small door hid behind a dresser in our room.I moved the small dresser filled with my new clothes and opened the door.a tunnel formed behind it,I crawled through it,approaching a small room...there I saw her.it...it was Emily!! I jumped happily running to her tapping her small shoulder....she... She didn't move,or breath.I pulled her shoulder her limp body falling before me...it was horrible.. Her once beautiful face was runined.her blood was drained,her lips were sewn shut,a blind fold covered her grey face,bugs picked at her decaying skin.I cryed...running out of the room,closing the door,and moving the dresser back......we shall not speak of Emily.EVER AGIAN.
