I don't know where she is. I don't know what she's doing. Quite honestly, I don't even know who she is anymore, but I do know it's raining; pouring down raining. I hope she's okay.
I'm hungry from splitting my portions with the younger girls, my hair is falling from its place in my hair tie, and my once-probably-too-big pyjamas have begun to be too small. I gaze out the window towards the city, a meager attempt at blocking out reality, because a small voice brings me back.
"Lily, when will you get down from the window?" Astrix questions.
"When my sister comes home, Trix," I reply, "now go back to bed. Keeper isn't here to take over your chores anymore."
It has been nearly a month since she left.I hope so dearly that she found someplace safe, and warm. She said she would be back by now. I have no idea whether it has been minutes or hours since I've been sitting here, but all of the other girls are very much asleep. My eyes become heavier with each passing moment. I decide that tonight I may not know where she is, but tonight she is my sister and she is safe.
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They Call Me Keeper
Подростковая литератураI woke up one day and couldn't remember a thing about my past. Not even my name. I lived on the streets under the name Rayne. I spent my days wandering the city, and my nights searching for my past. Two years later, I was brought to an orphanage/tra...
