Stories are written with different theme, some are scary, some with humour and there are others with joy and sadness. Most stories end with a moral. Each story is told because of a reason or a purpose. This is my story.
I was adopted when I was Five, I became an orphan as my had parents passed on when I was Two. They were killed by a drunkard driver while walking home after a movie. I remember clearly that, on 31st of October 1965, two people Rose and Jake selected me for adoption. That day was the happiness day of my life after almost 3 years wait but it soon turned into a nightmare. The people who had adopted me were horrible. They were one of the wealthiest people in this small town, Cripple Creek near Denver. In front of others, they would behave nice and loving towards me, often buying me loads of candy and treats. But behind closed doors, they starved and abused me. Honestly, I had no idea why they had even adopted me. Was it to disguise their true character? Imagine, two rich people prancing about with their gold bangles clattering loudly, trying to boast to everyone. "Look, I helped and was kind enough to think of others and adopt a child. Why don't you guys do the same?" To this day, as I am sitting here in my jail cell, awaiting my trial, I still do not understand their motives.
When I was child, I would spend most of my time wondering how to please them. As I grew older, I realized that there regardless of whatever I do and stay obedient, they will still find fault with me. My punishment included scolding, caning and doing all the household chore even though they had a butler and a couple of servants. Rose and Jake who had everything they desire in this world, are also in my opinion the most confusing. I have always been obedient but they do not appreciate and love me. Are they having split personality? Eventually, I gave up making them happy and refuse to acknowledge them. In my thoughts, I feel that they do not reciprocate my love for them.
Since I didn't have anyone to share my feelings and thoughts at home and in school, I usually just did whatever I wanted in school. Which often meant breaking the school rules, the rules never made any sense to me so I sometimes broke them without realizing. Seeing the principal's face turn purple from rage often amused me especially when she calls my so call foster parents to sound out to them my misbehavior. Often, disrupting their meetings just made me happier. Their business meeting is most important to them. However, they need to be in the principal's office just to exhibit that they are loving parents.
I still remember when Ms Sally Field, the principal, told Rose and Jake that she would have to give me expel as I have set fire in the school's storage room for sports equipment. They make a huge donation to the school and ask Ms Field to give me a chance to repent, knowing that Jackson High is a prestigious school. However, they locked me in the secret dungeon straight after school. Honestly, I would have preferred to be expelled than go back and stay in that dark and musky dungeon. After that incident, I broke more rules, from being late for classes to stealing my classmates' and teachers' properties. Still, Rose and Jake continued to make donations so that I will not be expelled from school. Their main purpose for me to remain in Jackson High is for image purposes. Even when Ms Sally Field quitted her job because she was so tired of dealing with us, Rose and Jake continue making donations to the new principal to keep me in school.
As time passes, I started constructing a plan to get Rose and Jack locked up in jail and me gaining my freedom, killing two birds with one stone. It took months to perfect the plan. During break time at school, I would be at the library and reading up on how to escape from a locked room and surviving in the jungle. Jungles are desolate and besides, I love wildlife as it gives me the feeling of freedom.
One day, the opportunity finally arrives, that afternoon while Rose and Jack were taking their nap, I executed my plan. I slid a piece of paper under the door, taking a wire, I inserted it into the keyhole causing the key to drop and fall onto the paper. I slowly pull the paper in, took the key and unlock the door. Treading carefully, I walked down to the kitchen and wore a pair of gloves. Without flinching, I used a penknife to cut my left arm and blood flowed quickly from the cut. I moved my hand about, sprinkling blood from my hands all over the kitchen. I was hoping the police might think that there was struggle before they killed me. I placed the knife and hammer Rose and Jake always used at the "crime" scene. I want to frame them for being nasty to me. Placing a plaster on my wound, I slung my bag on my shoulder and fled into the jungle. On the way to the jungle, disguising my voice and using a public phone which is about a kilometer from the house, I dial 911 and reported that there was an emergency there.
They, the police searched the house and found my belongings in the dungeon and my blood all over the kitchen and my diary which I have had written in regards to the beating and suffering under my foster parents' hands over the years concluded that they may have accidentally killed me although my body is not found. The police tortured them into making a confession that they did kill me. In the sixties, the police operate in this way so that they are seen to have solve criminal cases.
The people in this little town were shocked to discover that Rose and Jack, the wealthy couple is actually not as nice as they have projected to be. Most were at a loss for words. The police arrested them and they were sentenced to 20 years in jail. Reading the news brought a smile to my face reflection.
As I now finally found my true freedom, I wonder around and live day by day without any shelter and sometimes without food. I have this repeated nightmare which bothers me, an old wrinkled lady claiming to be my grandma will appear in my dream. She tells me that my biological parents are good people and fundamentally I am good too. However, when she finishes saying this, she will stab me with a knife. I often woke up in cold sweat and shivering.
Sometimes my nights were spent in unattended shops for shelter. One day, a thief robbed the shop which I was taking shelter. This alerted the police alarms of the shop and the police came after the thief has left. They arrested me and accused me of theft. As I was only 16 years of age, they did not torture me as I was place in a juvenile jail.
HereI am now, writing my story, awaiting my trial. On reflection, I feel guilty of what I had done and I will confess to the judge that I have scheme and frame my foster parent, Rose and Jake. What I have done to them does not make me abetter person. I must face the music and accept my consequence. It's never a too late to turn over a new leaf. I want to be a good person like my biological parents. Never be revengeful and spiteful, the truth will always prevail. Let this be a lesson learnt.
A/N None of this is real and this is probably the worst story. Also, LESSGOOO!! FIVE CHAPTERS PUBLISHED TODAY!!
