FINDING HOPE Elizabeth

Chapter 1 Finding Hope

Written by Longblackhair1  please do not copy my writings, this is my imagination and somethings I know about. (like TP incident, very true, but actually covered a lot of ttrees by the rival HS.) Of course I could really suck, and then you would look stupid too. (ha ha) If you see this under someone else's name please let me know. So I can  beat their assets (intentionally misspelled). Thanks. Now onto Hope's story. I hop around a lot with Pov's because I'm still learning about writing. Alex edited for me, thanks man. so if there is run on sentences, misspelling and such let me know. Alex by the way is going to be the name of one of my characters. My way of saying Thank you. LOL So new to writing, so be kind and rewind. (means be nice and relax) Thanks again. 

Chapter 1 Finding Hope

Omg I had to pee. Please God make dad hurry up and finish praying so I could excuse myself from the dinner table. I know, I know, you are probably thinking I should have went before sitting down for dinner. but in my own defense I didn't need to go before sitting down. I blame it all on having a small bladder.

"AMEN" my dad said. "Thank you God Amen" I yelped, as my brothers chuckle at my discomfort, "Excuse me." hopping from my seat at the table. half running and half walking to the bathroom,looking very much like a waddling penguin. When I sit on the white ceramic throne, it felt like heaven." Oh no, Mom" I yell " we are out of toilet paper."

It had to be one of my 8 brothers. I know it wasn't my sister, Eve. Have you noticed that little boys and big boys seem to forget how to put the toilet seat down or put a new roll of toilet paper in. Don't get me started on the fridge. I always find empty OJ and milk cartons in the fridge, or empty cereal boxes in the cabinets. Its like boys don't know how to use a trash can. On the upside, I always have someone to play or beat in Mortal Combat and Grand Theft Auto Five.

I was stranded in the bathroom for five minutes, staring at the painting I did of a cherry blossom tree in middle school. Looking at my loopy signature at the bottom with a heart shaped o in Hope. As an aspiring artist,  I had practiced my flowing signature, thousands of times. Ready for when I became famous. I would make my real parents proud, I know there in heaven, looking down on me.

I want my new parents to be proud of me, too. I didn't want them to kick me out on the streets or go back to foster care.

So I don't complain, except about toilet paper, and appreciate everything, I made good grades and tried to be no trouble, to be a perfect daughter. It's easy to be grateful, everyday is like Thanksgiving. I have plenty to eat, a kind family, a safe and clean place to call home.

Rachiel and Abraxos, have been good for me, since my parent's died in some kind of wild animal attack. I'm alone, sometimes negative thoughts run through my head. Then I remember Max, Tag, James, Jacob and my other friends, they need me to make something of myself so I can go back and help them. Someday.

I remember Liam telling me I was already someone. But not someone that can save other kids like me. But I will someday.

My jumbled thoughts interrupted by a knock, Gabe (Gabriel),one of my brothers knocked on the door again.

"Hope I left the roll in front of the door." he calls through the door. My mom doesn't believe in leaving extra toilet paper in the bathroom. She stores it in the pantry under lock and key. But I'm still so Lucky to have a family!

       *thinking about my past*while listening to the lyrics of ...Avicii's Wake Me Up*

And so begins my boring night, in my now typically boring life now and I love it.

Someone once said, "Troubles comes in threes", but that blessing come too. 

When I was ten (at least everyone thinks ten years old) Hikers found in the woods at  Mount Shasta in California. I don't remember any of it, just what I read from the medical reports, newspaper clippings, and what the social workers have told me. 

Trouble Badly beaten and broken, hovering close to death, after an vicious animal attack. Hikers found me, and  took me to a hospital.

Since I was in a coma the medical staff named me Hope. The sweet nurses explained, "There was little hope I would survive my injuries, but there was still hope."

Blessing.  I'm a survivor. They prayed for me to live, even the ones that didn't believe in god. Nurse Monica said "It's because we don't know everything in this world between ''Heaven and Earth". When I woke up I couldn't tell them who I was or my name. I didn't remember.

Only identifying mark was squiggle lines brand on my forearm, which was strange for a ten year old to have. The staff at the hospital were very kind to me and visited with me, often. When I was out of danger, I was moved to a long term facility, my visitors kept multiplying. I am still grateful, being in hospitals is quite boring.

The physical therapy helped me to be able to walk, then run again. I was given Art therapy and physiological therapy to help with the emotional pain. The nightmares still continue to this day, but are less. I write everything from my dreams or nightmares that I can remember in the morning, in a journal. But like most dreams and nightmares, given birth by fears in the night, they seem to disappear in the light of day. Lost pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

When I was twelve, when I was given over to CPS.  (we think I'm sixteen years old now, I was given the birthday of the day I was found May 2nd) 

Trouble. Child protective Services put me into a foster home, unfortunately for me it wasn't a good place for a child, especially a young girl. I was locked in a room only to be let out for school, and to clean house. Maxwell and Taggert, two other foster kids living in the house, became my brothers. Mr.and Mrs. Blight got money from the state, food stamps, and their rent paid for keeping us. Max, Tag and I became family, sharing our hopes and dreams and our pasts. ( In my case I didn't have one, until the age of ten years old, when I was found after the wild animal attack.) The boys tried to protect me from the Mr. and Mrs. Blight, when they were drinking. Max and Tag, my brothers taught me self defense, to kick-box and punch. If all else failed, hide and run.

Blessing I found I was physically stronger and faster than I looked. my brain could remember everything I learned. For the first time in awhile I felt like I had some control over my life and real friends.

Trouble One night, something bad happened and I had to run as far as I could. Mr. Blight tried to touch me in ways that made me want vomit all over him. My brothers save me. His wife then beat me up for "trying to seduce" her husband.

Blessing. I survived on the streets for a month until Doctor Jacob Lewis found me.

Jacob took me to the bus station on his motorcycle and got me a ticket for the farthest place away from California leaving that night- slipped me some money for food and kissed me goodbye. I didn't know what's waiting for me at the end of this bus ride.....It just felt surreal....but I would survive, I knew. 

Blessing Finding a loving family, who gets me a new roll of toilet paper when I'm stranded in the bathroom. Ha Ha 

End of Chapter 1 Finding Hope

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