I'm Here For You

The Lost Child

I ran. I didn't know what else to do. With tears in my eyes, I ran from the orphanage. I stopped for a second to catch my breath. After a while I started to walk.

it was cold. There was snow everywhere. I sniffed. After i sneezed. Must be sick. I found a blue hoodie in the snow. I put it on and felt something. Safe. I lay in the snow and fall asleep.

After a while I woke up and found a man looking at me. And the hoodie. "O-oh is this yours?" I asked shakily.
"Y-yeah..." He said. I think he's from Norway.....
"Here. I'll take it off." I started to take it off when he said something. "No keep it. Wh-where's your mom?"

"She left me at the park and never came back." I lied about my mom. I feel like a bad guy. Lying is for bad guys.

"What does she look like?"

"I don't remember.."

"Oh... Sorry.... HEY! MATT! EDD! CMERE! I found a kid."

Two other men came up, one with green on and one with purple.

"Hello! What's your name?" The name with green said. "I'm Edd!" "My name is T-Tom." I said tugging on the hoodie. "And this is Matt, and Tord!" Edd said pointing at the others. "D-do you wanna come with us?" Tord asked. I gasped. "YES!! THANK YOU!" I cried, hugging Tord's leg. He laughed and picked me up on his shoulders. "LETS GO HOME!" Edd said pointing at the direction I was going.

After we got to a house, we went in and sat on the couch. I fell asleep.

*dream*
"Mommy? Mommy!" My mom won't come back. She left. I'm alone.
A man came up to me. "Hello? Who are you?" I asked shakily.
"I'm Tord! What's your name?"
"Thomas. Or you can call me Tom."
"Okay Thomas!" He smiled at me. "Do you wanna come with me?"
"Yeah! That would be amazing!"
He started to walk. And started to get faster and faster. Until I couldn't see him anymore. "T-Tord?"
I heard voices. "He hates you" "worthless" "just die" "disgusting"
*end dream*

I woke up crying. "MOMMY!" I sobbed. Tord ran in. "Tom? What's wrong?" He said hugging me. I hugged back. "I-i want my," i sniffed "m-mommy...."
"Oh Tom! She... She won't be back for a while.... I'm sorry..."
"It's my fault... It's m-my fault..."
"No its not!"
"She called me a monster. I'm a monster..."
"Why would she call you a monster?"
"I have no eyes. My hair is pointy." I sobbed.
"You're not a monster.... You're special!"
"O-okay... Thank you..."

(HEYA!!!!! HOW ARE YOU? GOOD? GREAT!!! I HAVE A COOKIE FOR YOU!! 🍪 BYE!!)