Empty

      List of characters:
Rory Jones- Nina Dobrev
Lilly Richard- Ashley Benson
Elizabeth Richard- Kelly Rowan
Allen (Mr.) Richard- Russell Crowe
Elijah Polston- Zayn Malik
Eddie Polston- Avan Jogia
Jake Armstrong- Lucas Till
Seth Taylor- Dylan O'brien
Evan Cooper- Gregg Sulkin
Christina Young- Emma Watson
Alley Golding- Tina Woods
Xavier Acker- Harry Styles
Tiffanie Hammer- Bella Thorne
Jade Hilliard- Perrie Edwards
Joseph Washington- Ashton Irwin

Empty. Completely empty. I had nobody in my life that was there for me. Nobody that ever cared about me. Nobody that would take a bullet for me. Nobody that stayed. Nobody, at all.

     A tear slowly made its way down my face as I stared up at the same, white ceiling, as I thought about something that had happened to me years ago, when I was first taken in.

*Flashback*

They didn't want me. No one did. I was a burden, just a used up space. I wasn't loved. I would never be. I had a chance and I blew it.

     A nice looking couple came around and seemed to be interested in me. They saw a cute little 8 year old with bright green eyes and brown curly hair, pulled into pigtails.

     They liked what they saw on the outside, but soon discovered what lay underneath. A scarred girl, who had watched her parents die right in front of her.

     There was absolutely nothing I could have done, I was much too young and weak. If only I had learned karate or how to shoot a gun. But my father always said, "Leave that to the men." Well, then why wasn't he able to defend them in the time of need? He was a man... I never did think of my father as a coward, until the incident.

     The couple came in and instantly took a liking to me, until I saw the lady's bracelet. It looked exactly liked mother's, like the one she had on the night she was shot. A simple pearl bracelet.

     I aggressively ripped the bracelet off of the nice lady's wrist and pearls went flying. For a moment all was silent, as beads hit the walls and bounced across the floor, finding hiding spots underneath tables and chairs.

     Then the nice lady screamed, and looked down at me with fear. I stared down at my hands, a few pearls in each.

     This wasn't like mothers at all. These pearls were fake. Mother wouldn't settle for fake pearls. I looked up and saw the lady crying, holding her husband. What just happened? What did I do? I was a monster.

     I looked at the lady's wrist and saw bright red. Blood. The lady was holding her wrist with pain. I looked down back at my hands. Blood and skin, deep in my finger nails. Kill me. I want to die. Why couldn't I have died along with my parents? I backed up slowly. And ended up bumping into the wall behind me. I felt dizzy. What was wrong with me? Where was mom? I broke mother's bracelet. She'll be so mad. And then everything was consumed into darkness.

*End of flashback*

That was 9 years ago, and now, here I am blankly staring at the white ceiling. The same ceiling I've been seeing every night for the past 9 years. Wrapped in the same itchy wool covers. The same old house smell covered up by chemical cleaner.

     Was there really a God? If there was, he wasn't a very nice one. He didn't let me die along with my parents. He's has made me suffer, all alone with no one. Another tear made its way down my nose. Look at me, I'm so pathetic. I was just an orphan. Never adopted. Nobody wanted to adopt me. I was just a little innocent girl with freckles and pig-tails, then, thrown into foster care against her own will.

     I ended growing up, and going to school. I'm always being sent from place to place, from family to family, because no one has wanted to adopt me completely. It wasn't because I was a ruckus or anything of the sort, I was just unwanted.

     For my senior year of high school, I was going to be sent to the Richard family down in Orlando, Florida. I'd lived in Spring Field, Illinois for half a year.

     At least I'll be able to stay in Florida for quite awhile. I'll be able to find my own place, and be free after senior year. Free from chaos. Free from snotty people. Free from being the odd one out. Free from my past. Free.