**********5 YEARS LATER********
'Get over it'
No i can't
'Yes you can'
No, I can't it won't go away
'Well then maybe i can help'
I breath heavily looking at the razor sharp knife in front of me, it seemed to almost be
talking to me, telling me to do “dirty deeds,” maybe im just loosing my mind.
Half of me is saying no I shouldn't be doing this but then I remember, ive had
a rough childhood, ive been from mental homes, to therapists and shrinks, but they
have all told me that I am ‘tramautized’ by my past, and I shouldn’t let it interfere with the present and the future.. if only they knew, but I refuse to tell them who I am
.. who I really am. All they know is that I am a foster child, who have been
thrown around from family to family, a 13 years old girl who was separated from
her little sister, the only person she has left , until she turns eighteen,, In
just a matter of seconds it seems like that all of those thought just wash away
and I grow angry and violent, I need to let my anger out I looked down and see
that I had already puncture the blade into the side of the cat making it meow
out in agony.
I smirk, but still not satisfied pull the blade out looking as blood ouzes out of the cats abdomen and onto the know red stained grass. ‘Oh poor kitty ‘ I think to myself, you think your life is over… HAHA, Nope , I still have to do the finally right?
Well then, I put the blade to the cats throat, and “without hesitation,” I slice
his throat, this is how my father was killed and that’s how I finish off my
victims. Now, I am satisfied ..
"AMANDAAAA"
“Damn it,” I curse under my breath, before pulling the blade and releasing the dead cat, his
eyes remain open, his head hanging off his neck, but not completely
decapitated, and my hands filled with blood.
"Um..I'm coming" I yell, as I regain my posture and make my way to the house. As I
enter the kitchen, I keep my hands in my pockets, I'm met with a pissed off,
Mrs.Gray, oh boy, this wont be good. Mrs. Gray, is about 40 and she is one of
the many people who took me in, but today I would be going back to the foster
home when she’s found out what ive done.
"Amanda, did you take scribbles to the woods, I can’t find him?" Oh, did I forget to mention she named the cat that, ridiculous name .. “Scribbles.”
“No Ma’am, I saw him wandering about into the direction of the woods not to long ago, but I ambnot sure where he ended up.”
“Be a dear and come to the woods and help me find him, its almost supper.”
“Yes ma’am, may I use the bathroom to clean myself up first,
“It wont be long, you look fine, come along now,” she says as she grabs my arm
and takes it out my pocket..
“Oh My! What happen? Oh Dear! Your bleeding, have you been injured? Are you
okay?” she questions me pulling out my other hand, the razor drops out of my
pocket, she picks it up and begins to study it, she realizes there is orange and
white fur on it, and immideately she notices what I have done..
As you can guess I am know sitting in the back of her black Mercedes Benz making our way to the 'help for kids' foster care.
Should i be happy? I guess not ,but part of me misses the foster and being in care of some other adult well I'm just bound trouble.
My sister you may ask, well she is still in the home, making this reasons why I keep going back there. I miss her and just can't be apart from her. She is the only one I have left.
As we pull up to the gravel driveway I see the same exterior that just never looks to seem old. I pull my bag over my shoulder and make my way out of the vehicle and onto the gravel pavement.
A familiar scent hits ny nose, lasagna my favorite. we proceed up the stairs and Mrs.Gray knocks on the door, as if on cue the door opens reveling Ms.Norm. As she looks at me dissapointment fills in her eyes and she lets out a small sigh before nodding her and letting us through.
As I walk ahead into the baby blue fortie and burgandy carpet Mrs.Gray and Ms.Norm start discussing.
"I thought I could try to keep her for a little little longer, but i can't do it anymore"
"I understand but don't you think you could of talked to her first"
"TALK TO HER?, SHE MURDERED 3 OF MY PETS NOT TO MENTION PULLED IT OUT ON ME NOT ONCE BUT TWICE AND YOU EXPECT ME TO 'TALK WITH HER"
"Mrs.Gray I understand this but why not try a different approach and instead of bringing her here try to help her"
"No, I can't do it anymore I am constantly awake at night in fear she might try and kill me, that girl is SICK and nothing i can do can change that"
"We can if we-"
I couldn't bear to listen to there conversation anymore and made my way to me and Gabriellas room. I open the door to see her sitting in her purple chair coloring in her Dora book.
As she turned to see me her eyes grew big and she dropped her crayon while running over to me.
"MANDYY" she wrapped her small arms around my neck as I lifted her up on my shoulder.
"Hey Gabby, you been good while I was gone?" she nodded at me while giving me a sad look.
"Ya I was Buh I miss you very much"
"I missed you to Gabby, I'm not leaving you anymore.. I'll be 18 soon , then it's going to be just you and me kiddo.."
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Authors Note .. This story is a collab between me and my friend @AlexisAmaru , she wrote this chapter and i helped tweak a few things. What did you think? Comment below , Vote and Follow Us !
