Forgotten Life

Prologue,

"Mommy?" a little girl asked.

"Yes?"

"Why are we leaving?" the little girl looked up at her mother, she never understood her mommy.

"We're going to a better place. Away from here." Mommy replied.

"But what about grandma? I haven't said goodbye yet?" the little girl looked down the street, trying to find that familiar grey van. Nothing

"We don't have time. Now we must-" Mommy's voice was cut off by sirens. I covered my ears with my hands and yelled for my mommy. Four weird cars with lights on the roof came and made a circle around us. One car screame over the others and said,

"Put your hands in the air! Now!" Mommy looked at me and said,

"Never trust police. Ok?"

"Ok, Mommy." She shoved me in the car and grabbed something underneath my seat. I rolled down the window so I could watch. Mommy put the silver toy gun to her head.

"Cover your ears, Chase." I did what she said, then a very load pop. Red stuff went all over me. I looked and Mommy was on the ground with red stuff all around her.

"Mommy?" she didn't move, I opened the car door and sat next to Mommy.

"Mommy? Mommy wake up, when are we leaving?" then someone grabbed me from behind. I didn't know who she was but I screamed.

"No! I want my Mommy! Put me down!Mommy help me!" two men dressed in black took Mommy's body and sat it in a bed that moved. I didn't understand what was happening, but I started crying.

"Mommy don't leave me! Mommy help me! Mommy please I want to be with you!" I turned around and asked the lady a simple question.

"Does my mommy not love me anymore?" she never replied.

I opened my eyes and slowly sat up. I understand now what I saw. I saw my mother commit suicide. My grandmother told me that my mommy was going to drive off a cliff and kill us both. The cops got to her before she did. Back then I was only six years old. Since I was young and needed more attention that my grandma could give me, she gave me to another family. The Collins. I lived there in San Diego with them till they told me we were moving. I put one hell of a fight about it, but we moved. And guess where my 'new life' begins? Right here in Pamplin, Virginia. I hated the idea of moving. The other foster kid they had was a little girl about eleven years old. I was forced to call her my sister. She didn't care if we moved. She hated California, even though I loved San Diego.

I ended up here in Pamplin because my mom liked the town. How we could walk to church and just have neighbors. I still didn't like it. My dad didn't mind the hour and a half drive to his work all the way in Lynchburg. Claire didn't care because she wanted to be a red neck. I hate this place. Nothing could change my mind.