The Moonlight Path

Can anyone Hear me?

"Everyone has their own path. Everyone's is different. Stop looking at others paths and looks straight down yours. Your path is yours, it is what you make it. The path begins once you take your first step.. it's time to take yours." <Hel>

Coldness seems to sweep over my body. I pull the covers up a little more, I have bruises all over me. I'm alone. Noone to help me, no one to love. Josh Garcia that's the name. I'm 13 years old, I've been in a foster home since I was a little baby. My care taker, Mrs.Claudia, is a demon from Hell. Sent to damn me from the day I was born. I'm always in pain. Cuts along my back from a whip made from satan himself. If only... if only my mother kept me, maybe just maybe I wouldn't be in the situation that I am in. I don't understand why she would abandon me, I mean I never did anything wrong. It's hard to make friends when you're always in pain. Pain that goes straight down to the core and never seems to go away, it may numb from time to time but it will never truly go away. I always think back to school, in the time we learned about the Prophecy. The ritual that went on for centuries that was apparently a bad time in our history but the more I like at it the more I wonder. What would it be like to be a bounded person? People would hail you and you would be free of pain, and you're loved. Everyone has pain of some kind, even if it isn't the same pain it hurts us all in some way, a great way, and sometimes it makes us fall. My life isn't a fairytale, it doesn't have a happy ending, or at least that's what I think. Everyone else seems to get a fairy tell ending but I'm stuck, in a hole of pain, that I never dug. I can't get our because it's to deep. It's unfair. Everyone seems to have someone rescue them from their holes. When will mine come? Everyone has their hero in their life, no matter how long it may take they will come and make things all better, they will hold you tight, kiss you goodnight, the last face you see at night and the first face you see in the morning. I am willing to wait for as long as it takes for my hero to come. No matter what pain I endure from her on out, I will wait patiently and quietly. Hear my plea as I ask for my chance to come. Hear my plea, let my hero arrive as I'm in my own living Hell. Hear my plea and let me be pulled from my hole of pain and loved once more. Even if it doesn't last forever I will cherish the moments that it lasts. No matter how short or how long they are. Hear my plea.