Wounded

Chapter eight

I was a fifteen year old girl going through a tough time. Yea I mean I lost my parents for a while now it's been like a month but no one has taken the slightest interest in me. I'm convinced no one is going to adopt me. No families have come in and interviewed me at all. I had nothing. Well maybe I had Eric but for how long? He was practically perfect! Why was he even here?!? He will get adopted soon for sure, no doubt about it! He was sweet, kind, caring, genuinely concerned about a lot of people. Not to mention he was easy to talk to. After I told him about my family he would come to my room when he knew I'd be up and we'd just hang out and laugh talking about ourselves. One thing that always got the gears in my head turning was... what's Eric's story? How did such a perfect and innocent person end up in an orphanage!? I always wanted to ask but never gained the courage to do so, thinking the worst and wondering if he'd cut off all ties with me for asking such a terrible thing. Maybe he wouldn't do that...maybe he was just abandoned at a young age. Simple as that right? He was sixteen so if he was abandoned would he be over it by now? Ugh all these answerless questions were getting me nowhere!  

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"Ana it's been a little over a month since you've been here. I presume you are now comfortable living here and have made friends?" When she said the last part she smiled and looked at Eric then back to me. "Well everyone here attends a public school nearby so I think it's time you should start school again."  

The dreadful memories of school pounced on me like a leopard. I'd completely forgotten about school. Forgotten about the bullying. Forgotten about the rumors. But now everything just crashed down ruining all hope of happiness.  

"Sweetie are you ok? You look a bit pale." Realizing that Helen was watching me I shook my head and agreed saying it would be good to finish my education. Helen was overjoyed I had agreed and said that I would start school the next day an continue as a sophomore at the closest public school.  

Eric had told me that the name of the school is Ridgeway High. I have lived in this area my whole life. This school wasn't too far from my old school. My old school was called Easton High. Sounds kinda snooty but it was ghetto mixed with preps. Terrible right? There were druggies and pot heads but at the same time there were jocks and preps. Yeah there were a few emos but I didn't even fit I with them to be honest. Even though I was just a sophomore I already knew that I wouldn't fit into the school. I wouldn't label myself as emo but I was always a loner at school. Never having friends, not eating lunch, spending spare time in different bathrooms around the school so no one could find me and beat the crap out of me. They'd insult me calling me and anorexic emo whore with a sadistic family. I went on like that never sticking up for myself. Honestly the only way I coped was by cutting.  

Cutting was my high, it made me feel in control of something. I had no power, took beatings silently crying but never saying anything. When cutting wasn't enough I eventually starved myself thinking I was in control of another thing. Not that starving myself was a problem when there was hardly any food in the house to begin with. 

Though all that crap I had to deal with at school, I still made my education my top priority. I wanted to get a good job and get out of this hell hole and move to Phoenix Arizona the very first chance I could get!  

Eric was a junior so sadly that meant we wouldn't get any classes together. Maybe except for p.e. but thats different! Thank goodness Eric was smart and prepared so he gladly gave me some extra school materials and said we should go early so he could give me a tour of the school and be at ease the rest of the day knowing we're my classes would be. So I went to bed mentally preparing myself for what seemed to be yet another hell hole. Then an awful realization hit me like cold water. School is going to be worst than I thought. 

After a while of being panicked I slowly drifted off into a what seemed to be a peaceful dream at first only to have it turn into a nightmare of the past. 

Cameron.was.going.to.get.me. But this time I doubt no one would be there to save me from his clutches. 

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A/N: Sorry guys that it wasn't really good but I promise you that the next chapter will be good and somewhat dramatic. Well I'd like to know if anyone would like me to add Eric's backstory on how he ended up orphaned. So just comment your thoughts if you'd like! Thanks for reading! 

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