Pin[n]ochio

Chapter 1

Pin[n]ochio

Chapter 1

I really thought it would get better for me. I actually thought that, as soon as I got out of the foster home I've been put at since 14 years old, that things would suddenly get brighter, the people around me would talk to me and I'd just feel a lot happier. But I was wrong. The morning I turned 21, a man in suit stood at the doorway of my bedroom, with a face that looked as if it were unable to make any expression. He had informed me that 21 was the age a foster home would not be able to take me in anymore. He said that I was on my own now. Even though I've always felt like I was on my own. 

The only thing the man in that dark grey suit had helped me with, was finding a home. He said that they would be able to pay for the place for a year. In that year, I'd have to find a job and start supporting myself. And if I didn't? I'd be forced out of the home.

It was a small apartment in Brooklyn. It came with furniture and a kitchen stocked with food, which they said they'll be able to cover in that year.

I sighed, thinking about how I really didn't want to grow up. Supporting myself when I was a kid was hard, but I didn't have to work, pay for food or bills. All I did was be a good girl, and maybe my foster parents would want to adopt me. I reached into my duffle bag and grabbed the small wooden toy.

Back when I was smaller, about five years old, a boy ran up to me, and he talked to me and played with me when no one else wanted to. He said he had to leave, so he handed me that wooden doll as a sort of remembrance. I never saw him again. 

I did remember his name though... Aidan, heard him loud and clear. He yelled it before he left with his older sister.

"I wish you were that boy..." I said to the doll. "I feel so lonely, little guy..." I rubbed the dolls head softly. "Ugh..." I walked over to where my bedroom was and collapsed on my bed and squeezed the doll in my arms.

"God, Jesus, Buddha, Allah, Zeus, anybody who'll listen to me..." I whispered to my roof. "Please, please, please let this year on wards be better for me." I pouted. "Please..." I sighed, raising the doll into the air, arms length away from my face. I furrowed my eyebrows and stared at the dolls face. 

Did it just wink at me?

I shook my head, thinking that maybe it must have been because I was tired. I hugged the doll back to my chest, remembering the little boy who gave it to me.

**

With my eyes still closed, I snuggled closer to the warmth enveloping me. For such a cheap bed, it was pretty comfortable.

"Your skin is soft..." 

What the actually hell-

My eyes shot wide opened, and met someone else's, a shrill scream escaping my lungs. I backed out of my bed, my body so up against the wall, it looked like I was trying to blend into it.

"Who the fvck are you?!" I grabbed the nearest object I could use as a weapon and pointed it at the body on my bed. "What the hell are you doing in my fucking bed?! Fvcking creep!" I screamed louder. "Get the hell out, I'll fucking cut you!!" What great luck. Some guy broke into my house, and slept on my bed on my very first day in. I didn't even have to think about how he got in, though. This building was so old, you could touch the door and it could vaporize. The guy on my bed got off with his hands in the air. I screamed even louder. He was naked. I started to panic and breathe hard, tears were starting to fall down my cheeks. "You fvcking sicko, you fvcking sicko." Did he rape me?