A Second Chance

Chapter 1

My name is Elizabth May Black, and yes that is how you spell it. I am full blooded Quileute Indian. They say we are descendants of the wolves. I was born February 6, 1993, near La Push, Washington. After I was born my mother took me to the orphanage, just like she did with the rest of her children. My hair is as black as coal, my eyes are a dark blue, and my skin a dark brown.

     I am now 12 years old.  Today, a woman is supposed to come and see if she wants to adopted me.  When she walked in she had long blond hair with brown eyes.  Her name is Mary Concept.  I was in the living room when she came in, and as always I got that weird feeling in my stomach.  Everyone was called in so she could meet each one of us.  She asked about me first.  Mrs. Hunter witch is my socialwoker, told Mary about me, and needless to say that was the end of me staying at the orphanage.

 

     Everything was going great until My 12,2006.  I was sitting on the couch watching TV when my name was called, by Mary.

" I'm coming! Where are you?"

" I'm in the basement ; get your ass down here now!"

I was scared, no one and I mean no one was allowed in the basement.  I walked down the narrow steps.  When I got to the first landing, I looked down; it was dark and creepy.  I walked on down, and I saw a mattress lying on the floor.  I stepped off of the last step.  I walked over where Mary was setting.

" What do you need me to do mum?''

'' Lay down on the mattress, and don't say a thing.''

I walked over and laid down.

 

     After I had laid on the mattress for what seemed like forever, Mary got up.  She had something in her hand.  I laid still hoping that she had forgotten about me, but she hadn't.  She came over and told me that we could do everything the easy way or the hard way.  Mary told me to take off my shirt, I did.  She got on her knees and told me to hold still, I did.  She put something cold on my stomach and pushed down hard; I screamed to the top of my lungs in pain.  She hit me  across my face and told me to shut up or it would be worse next time.  Mary got up and left the room. I laid there in pain.  I looked over, and on the floor there laid a knife with my blood on it and around it.  

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