Glenda

chapter 1

Glenda's POV:

For some it's hard to remember the distant past but I remember it so clearly, after all its hard to forget your darkest chapters. I remember being a little kid, and how my mom wouldn't keep secrets from me. From a very young age I knew that my mother conceived me due to a one night stand with a stranger.

My mother always said I looked like him more than I look like her. My mother's name was Gale Albury she had long red hair and pale freckled skin. She once had bright blue eyes but I remember how they quickly turned dull as her sanity slipped away. My mother was a small and dainty women but she could do some damage.

I myself am quite different from her. What I have of my mothers is the same pale skin that is only exaggerated by my black hair and my large green eyes with flecks of amber. I also have my mother's small dainty frame which often times gets me mistaken for being younger.

Along with some of my looks my mother left me with memories most of them not good. My mother was a Schizophrenic, it started out as nothing until I was five and coming home from preschool. She kept mumbling about how I couldn't leave her and that no one would take me. That evening when we got home and I was in bed she set the house on fire, that night was the first of many were I saved our lives.

I had hoped that I would always be able to save us, unfortunately that hope was cruched the day after my sixth birthday. My mom decided that we would go to the beach, which at the time I thought odd. It was the middle of November, and if I had been smarter I would have seen what was about to happen.

When we had gotten to the beach, we played until sunset when my mother picked me up, and began walking into the freezing ocean water. I had started to scream and trashed in her arms, sobbing and begging her to stop. That day we drowned. I was thankfully saved by a couple walking on the beach who had run to me after hearing my screams. They had pulled me out of the ocean and revived me. My mother however washed ashore hours later, she was gone this time I couldn't save her.

I was later sent to an orphanage called Loving Hearts, and was able to keep in contact with the couple. The couple's names were Dino and Evelyn Rizzo, they were very nice and made sure to keep in contact. Every year they would sent gifts for Christmas and my birthday, they also visited every three to four months except when I went to foster families.

I spent about a year at Loving Hearts before being sent to my first foster home. Every time someone took me in they found something wrong with me, or the homes were bad and I was pulled out. I had to be taken from some abusive foster homes, more often than not others around me report the abuse.

After so many incidents with bad homes it was finally decided that I would stay at the orphanage till I turned 18. My Social work would be the one to sign any forms I needed until I turned of age. This decision was made for my safety, they realized after five abusive homes I was never going to seek help from others. Only my father or a biological family member could now take me in, they had done a DNA test but nothing came of it.