𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐀

13

❝My head is in the clouds right now,
Just pray I come around, around...❞

—— ༻𐬽✧𐬽༺ ——

TW: slight mentions of abuse, eating disorders and panic attacks

Thursday 26th October, 2017

KIARA
I know if any other Taylor Swift fan was in my position, they would say that yesterday was the best day of their lives. That's completely understandable. But, pretty much every fan that was at the secret session yesterday had a family to go home to. They get to look forward to so many more things to come in their life. Me? I get to go back to the group home in a few hours and deal with some of the people that make my life a living hell.

I had achieved my life goal. The thing I had been dreaming of for so many years. The only thing I want now is happiness. Happiness like I have had for the past few weeks simply due to the fact that I would get to be with Taylor for a full day. But that's never going to happen. I don't get to be happy. Taylor is my happiness. Yet, from now on, the only way i'm going to be able to talk to her is through texts. The only way I would get to see her would be through a damn phone screen. The way it's always been.

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"You gonna cry, Kira?" The older boy in front of me mocked with a malicious smirk on his face. It had been like this every single day since this couple decided to foster me. Consistent mockery and bullying from their two sons: Luke and Miles.

"Th- that's not my name." Nine year old me managed to mumble in response as I looked down at the grass in the backyard.

Miles just rolled his eyes and harshly grabbed my shoulder, pushing me backwards so that my back hit the wooden shed behind me. I scrunched my eyes up in pain but tried to mask it the best I could. I was not going to show him that I was afraid.

"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? You aren't even part of this family you stupid fucking orphan." He snapped. I would honestly be lying if I said that his words hurt. I didn't want to be a part of his family. Why would I? Now that I think about it, if this is what all foster families are like, why should I keep holding out hope for the shot of a nice family? Every foster home i've been to have been similar. Constant abuse. Whether it being emotional abuse or physical. For me, my entire experience with foster families has been full of abuse. If this is what I have to go through just to say I have a family, i'd rather just not have one at all.

Miles was about to speak up once again, but was interrupted when his father appeared behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Let me handle this, Miles. Go find your brother and hang out with your friends or something." The man said, causing Miles' deathly glare to turn into a smirk before walking away with his hands in his pockets.