I sat at the shoreline as waves crashed up onto my feet, as if they were racing to see who would make it first. The sun shone brightly down onto my tattooed skin. My red hair swayed in the silent breeze.
I watched as kids ran around and swam with their parents. A luxury I would never understand.
I grew up in a foster home, in and out multiple times a year. I know, it's sounds like bullshit. In all honesty, it was.
When I was 18, I felt free. Away from the pain and suffering of growing up with no parents, and one best friend.
My best friend grew up, and did something with his life. I heard he was in a band. But who knows, right? We lost all contact after high school.
I looked down at my phone, checking what time it was. 12:30. I sighed and looked out to the blue ocean.
Thoughts began to fill my head. What would have happened if I did have parents? Would my life be different?
Sometime I wondered, why my parents gave up on me. Did they just not want me? Were they teenagers, not ready for the commitment of a child and it's care?
These constant thoughts ran through my head everyday.
I looked down at my wrist. The scars, a constant reminder of what I went through as a teenager.
I shook my head of these thoughts and climbed up shore to my car.
I sat in the cool, air conditioned car as I looked back out at the children and parents.
Maybe one day, I will be different than my parents. I will successfully raise a child to learn and be successful as they grow older.
Maybe one day, everything will change.
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When You Can't Sleep At Night
FanfictionArabelle Houston has always lived a life of difficulty and stress. Growing up in a foster home, she was in and out multiple times a year. She was labelled as 'different'. Passionate for tattoos and rock music, she never fit in with the girls at scho...
