The Tales of a Troubled Teen

Chapter One

*First off, I would like to thank my good friend ( ;) ) @Plg_Dctr for helping me with the characters' names. He as a book that he should be working on, and it seems pretty interesting, so go check it out. 

I'll let you read now! Sorry if its bad!!!*

River's POV

A baby's cry. A weeping mother. A frantic nurse. 

"Please, just name her." one of the nurses ask, and the weeping 15 year old in the hospital bed cries even harder- if possible.

"I can't. I just can't. Please, take her away. Just get her away!" She yells as the nurse rushes to comfort her.

The other nurse looks down at the small baby in her hands, the river of tears streaming down her face. "Hush, hush child. It's going to be okay." The nurse coos, starting to wipe the baby from blood. 

"Perhaps I'll name her?" The nurse asked the girl,

"I don't care, just keep her away. I don't want to look at her."

"Her name will be... River Hush." 

The hospital room doors bust open and a lady wlaks in, pointing her red painted nail at the baby and yells "Get it out! Right now!" 

She walks over to the girl in the hospital bed and comforts her, whie the nurse rush to get the baby out before stuff was thrown.

The image fades away. Another pops up.

River Hush, age five. Mint green dress to match her eyes, long black hair in piggy-tails, and white dress shoes. She was walking hand-in-hand with her social worker, Jasmine, who was dressed in a offical-looking outfit. 

"Okay River, remember to play nice with the other kids. There is going to be some older than you, so if they bully you, tell a grown up." Jasmine says as they walk up to a building with a sign in the yard. Though she was young, River could read it.

 Great. Another group home. The young girl thought as they walked up the steps that lead to the front door.

Jasmine knocked and a lady opened it, smiling down at us. "You must be River Hush. Jasmine has told me a lot about you. My names Stella." She says as we walk into the house that I'll be living in for the next nine years.

The image fades away. Like before, another pops up.

River Hush, age 12. She's laying in bed while the little kids scurry to get ready. "River, River! Get up! There's a couple coming in thirty minuets!" Chloe, a spastic 6 year old says, pulling a Hello Kitty shirt over her head. "Okay? It's not like I'll get adopted." River says, rolling over in the bed and slamming a pillow over her ears. Stella walks in and looks at River. "River, get dressed. Jasmine is taking you out for food." 

 River groans and makes her way to her dresser. "Who took my leggings and sweater?" River shouts. "Liz was snooping through your stuff earlier." Bethany, an 11 year old says as Liz walks in. She takes one look at River's face and cringes.

"I didn't know if you were going to get up and you et me use your clothes last time and-" River cut her off.

"I didn't let you. You took them and the people showed up before I could tell you to take them off. So take them off. Now." River says and she listens. She grabs some of her clothes and runs to the bathroom, quickly shutting the door.

 "River, you could've been a bit nicer." Stella says. "I am nice, just not when she uses my stuff without asking." She expalins, brushing her straight hair the reached just below her waist. "Don't you think its time for a hair cut?" She asked and River turns around with a weird look on her face. "No?"

 Liz comes out of the bathroom and hands River her clothes.  After River changed, she put on her winter boots and walked out the door. California wasn't cold during the winter, but it was a bit chilly. River's been from Washington to Oregon, and Oregon to California. She was born in Seattle and was taken down the Coast.

River and Jasmine get to the place and Jasmine turns to River.

"There's no easy way to say this. So I'm just going to say it. Joan Walker and Derek Taylor were found dead this morning." 

She said that they had gotten back together and had another daughter, who they kept. They named  her Ashtin, and Clara Walker, her grandmother, is now taking care of Ashtin. Jasmine explains how they died- they had gotten in a fight, Joan pushed Derek, and Derek, an abusive spouse, beat the shit out of her. He'd gotten mad enough to kill her. After he realized what he did, he shot himself. Ashtin was with Clara for the night, and they came home to blood everywhere.

River sat there with a blank face for the longest time. Finally , she spoke.

"If they kept Ashtin, why couldn't tey keep me?" Jasmine's face softend up. 

"Honey, your mom was 15 wen she had you, and 20 when she had Ashtin. Being 15 and taking care of a baby is pretty hard, and Clara had given your mom a choice: Keep you and never get help from her again or give you up and have help with her next kid. Derek couldn't help because he left her when she got pregnant."

"Why couldn't they get me? After they got married?" She asks, face still blank. "Clara told Joan that you died right after the nurses took you from the room.

"What?! How could she?" River yelled, anger glowing in her eyes. 

"Honey, it's better this way. Derek was abusive. He would've been much worse with you there. You could've been hurt."

The image fades away completely after that.