~Background~
My mother died when I was only three months old, and my father died three months later. No one would take me in, so now I'm an orphan. In a place so dark, even the birds cry. There are four of us, the others either died, or found a way out. I believe they died, because I've lived here for 15 years now, and I haven't once found anything that would help, or lead me out. However, the others think they could see things we couldn't, but I never believed them.
This place I live in, isn't an orphange, it's a place they take homeless children to labor. They hardly ever feed us, and when they do, it's such a small portion the rats would bypass it. All the people on the outside, think we live in grace and happiness. That's what they've been told. Once we tried to scream for help, but no one heard. Plus, right when we started, seconds later they sent the executioner. None of us were hurt, but every single one of us lost faith that we would ever get out.
They, the people on the outside, don't know what it's like to not have a mom or a dad, or even a sibling. We know what it's like us inside here. Everyday we go through bad, and come back to worse. All day we slave, and serve these horrible people. Never do we get treated kind. Instead we get whipped, every single day. I have scars that line my butt all the way up to my neck.
Although I'm am treated badly, I'd say I'm blessed. Frank, a nine- year old with stubby black hair, and ocean blue eyes, always gets whipped twice a day. Thankfully, Ali is here to mend his wounds, because some of them are so severe, he wouldn't make it without the right treatment. However, Frank is a strong and humble kid. He is alright with the way he lives, and the way he is treated. His modo is "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger." Sometimes when I think about his attitude and what he goes through, it makes me cry.
There's one more, the youngest, and he just can't get over the fact that he is here. His name is Charlie, and he only six years old. He came from a rich and loving family. Everything was going fine in his life, his parents spoiled him rotten. Then, one day he came home from school, and his parents told him to get into the car, so they could take him for ice cream. (Everyday he curses himself, because he should have known, they were acting very strange.) Being a child he loved ice cream, so he went. They drove way out into the dessert about 2 miles from this place. At first, he just sat there and watched them get out, but then they got the gasoline.
Before they could set him on fire though, somehow he managed to get out of the car, and away to the town. Then, the "Scrubbs" found him(that's what we call the people that keep us here). They took him before he even had a chance to run or scream. He's been here ever since, and is always looking to get out, but only to get punished.
