"Run. Run. RUN" that was the last thing I ever heard from her. For four years I was in a foster house. I kinda go crazy whenever i hear someone screaming.
Just like a normal teenager (me) going crazy for thing that happened years ago I thought that I could save her and she would still be with me, but they always say it is not my fault I couldn't save .
So most of you are asking What is my name?, Who am I?, How old am I?
To answer your questions. I am From Redhill it is a small town nothing much happens there, and my name is Elizabeth Woodlen, I am 17 years old . I guess that's all you need to know, now why wont we go to my past.
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1998
I was 13 years old when I witnessed my mothers death. When she told me to run, I couldn't, all i saw her blood running through her face and then in a second.... I found myself in my room covered with mud and blood.
The next day I woke up and thought to myself that it was just a nightmare, but I was wrong. I still was covered with blood and mud. Without any though I went running to my neighbors crying. My best friend Anne came to the door "What happened to you why are you crying. MOM. DAD. HELP PlEASE"
I heard them both coming to the front door running
"OH MY GOD, DEAR WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU" miss Z said I looked at her I felt like she was gonna cry and then I turned to ms Z he had a tear falling. "WHERE IS MY MOM" I said while I felt tears falling through my face.
I couldn't take it any more I felt my lungs getting squished. I couldn't breath, I started to see black dots every where.
And then I blocked out.
