the sick kid

prologue

Wallden sits at his desk working on some documents of sorts when someone opens his office door. “Who's there?” Walden called out. “Please help me.” A little voice called out. Wallden stood up and looked over the desk and saw a little girl who couldn't be more than three, maybe four. “Who are you?” Walden Asked his voice startled the little girl.
“I'm Ella.” her voice soft. “What do you want?” Wallden asked. “It's my momma.” “What about her? Where's your mom?” “a man took her into a conference room.
She told me to get someone but I couldn't find anyone.” “It's not my problem little girl, now get out.” “No!” “If I go with you will you shut up?” “Yes.” Wallden followed the little girl to the conference room. The little girl pointed to the door and Walden stepped in while Ella started outside. When Wallden opens the door a woman lies on the floor bloody, the window smashed, and when he walks in and looks out the window he sees a man laying on the concrete below.
Walden walked out, picked up the little girl and took her to his dorm room which was a whole lot bigger than everyone else's. He laid her down on his bed then walked to the living room area and called someone on his phone. It's been thirteen years since then and after a year of living with him he officially adopted me he didn't send me to school he ‘homeschooled’ me a few days after my ninth birthday I had my first seizure I have Tonic-clonic seizures and ever since I've had them my dad always seemed to know what to do which made me feel better