"Leave me alone!" I shout as i slam the bedroom door shut. Tears sting my eyes, i bite my lip trying to push them away, but cant prevent them from rolling over my cheeks. Why? The same word i repeat over and over, every single day, every minute of every hour.
Why me? Why can't i have a normal life? What have i done, that makes me deserve this?
My whole life, i havent known my own mother or father. Always foster parents, and everytime it ends with me running away.
I, i just dont fit in. No where. I dont feel home, i dont feel loved.
Every house i have been, i have always had arguments. About my behavior being bad, what ever i do.. It is always my fault. And i am sick of it. Sick of always being blamed on. Sick of always being the trouble child. Always having new rules, new parents, a new life.
I dont want to live anywhere anymore, i want to be free, free from rules, duty's, adults, parents, school, child protection.
I want to be free.
Is that too much to ask for? Is that too much to give to a 16 year old girl?
I dont want to have to run away anymore, to walk outside in the cold air of London all alone.
"Lilliana! Dont you ever talk to me in that way again! Do you understand?" Mrs. Salmon shouts as she slams open the door.
I jerk my head around, seeing the furiouse glow in her eyes. Her skin turned red of anger, her eyes wide.
"Did you hear me?" She shouts. Another tear rolls down my cheek, and i turn my head away, not saying a word. "You, you foolish girl" she says in a cold, calm tone. "You will sit here the rest of the night, and i dont want to see you of of your room untill tomorrow at dinner!" She shouts and slams the door shut.
I look down at my hands, and take in every detail. The short bitten nails, the small bruses on my fingers and the palms of my hand.
Another tear falls down and i let myself fall to the ground. Sitting in the middle of the cold dark room, all alone. The only thing to be heard is the clock outside striking 10 o-clock.
