"Rebecca,wake up"said an unfamiliar voice. They said it again. I was awake when I heard a girl screaming. It turned out to be me. It had become a routine for the other girls in the orphanage to wake me up when I started screaming from my horrifying dreams.
It was the same dream every time, every night, me hiding under the dining room table. My parents in the kitchen. Oh the blood, that was what I remembered the most. How much there was and I just drenched myself in it until the police came and took me to the orphanage, and here I am now.
The girl today asked the usual questions, "are you okay now? "Do you want me to go get Mrs.Helivongs (orphanage person)?" But they never asked me if I wanted to talk about it, or what my dream was about, because they all already knew. This is the reason that I don't have any friends in here.
I've been adopted 16 times, and every single time they figure out that I'm anoxic, depressed, and suicidal they give me back. It's actually really depressing that I've had 16 homes and none of them wanted me. All of the girls and Mrs.Helivongs feel bad for me. They all give me this sad look and it makes me even more depressed. No one wanted me until he came along.......
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Not Skinny Enough
FanfictionRebecca Warfer has been in an orphanage since the age of 10 when her parents were brutally murdered in front of her eyes. She still had awful dreams about it. But it was also a relief, because her parents never liked her. They always said that she...
