《Saving Her | DreamNotFound》

《Like Any Other Day》

The same white, chipped wall is the only thing close for her as a shoulder to cry on.

"Are you fucking stupid?"

No one will even notice her there, they never do. It's as if like she was simply invisible and ignored by everyone.

"Stop your damn crying or I'll give you something else to cry about, you hear me?"

She didn't even mean to drop the glass. It was an accident.

"No wonder no one wants someone as pointless as you."

"I'm sorry," Clare whispered to herself, trying to stop the tears from falling, her hands tightly covering her ears.

But she can't, it just keeps pouring down her eyelids. It's no use.

Just like her.

What's there to even wait for?Knowing she had practically lived in the same adoption center her whole life.

She have met and seen the same people over and over again, but most of the time she's the only one left behind.

It's never new to her.

Unwanted as always.

I mean, who could even want her?

Don't argue back. She can't even remember it from the top of her head of how many "couples" or " families" has come to add her as an additional relative or something.

Clare? Her? Becoming a part of a family? Haha, nice joke.

Her own parents didn't even want her at birth. So, why would she think this would be any different?

Apparently, the ones working in the center are just fucking stupid and quick enough to let anyone get a child from here without even knowing their background first.

It was like a quick vacation to random people's homes, before she already know that she'll eventually either get kicked out, or brought back.

She can't exactly recall the number of times that happened, but she definitely still remembers some of the things that have happened during her stays.

1st Flashback...

"Get me beers, will you?" The man had yelled, pointing at the kitchen.

"Get me one!" His wife added, drinking her half-finished bottle and smoking her burnt cigarette.

Clare slowly stood up from the floor, picking up the empty bowl she had eaten cereal from, while trailing her feet behind.

At least they were generous enough to think about giving her some food.

She had put down the bowl on the counter, and headed towards the refrigerator to take out a whole pack of beer.

She was hesitant to try if she could just carry it to them with both hands.

Big fucking mistake.

When Clare turned around, she was okay with it at first, until holding it got difficult and heavier.

She paced up and placed it on the counter. It ended up reaching almost the end of it, and for her to push the bowl off the edge.

It's one simple instruction.

Yet she managed to fail.

The loud crack of ceramic started ringing in her ears for a second, before she stared in fear on the floor.

Now she feels scared.

There was now way she was going to get out of this.

"What the fuck was that, huh?" Clare heard the woman call out, footsteps getting near her.