I could feel that she was leaning over me, her breath smelt of the flowers of spring, soft and delicate to touch, yet looking like a strong and sturdy survivor. She placed her hands on my cheeks and stroked in a soft manor, then she moved up to my hair and ran through it carefully. Her hand had one of the sweetest touches that I could imagine; it was, well, like, a bunch of heavenly feathers. I now wish that I can see her eyes, I imagined them as deep blue eyes, full of life. Full of care, maybe she actually cared for me, one person in this mere world actually cared for me.
I wished that I went to live with the nurse, she kept on speaking about how she was husbandless, but she had adopted three care kids like me, she said that she knew I was a care kid-and she knew that I would ever trust anyone again, but I could trust her that she had got me a brilliant surprise, I thought that I must be about my dad or mum, maybe I had a secret brother or sister somewhere that I never knew about. If I did, I would find them, no matter what, I would find them.
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Bullying
Mystery / ThrillerA girl is bullied and bullied until a fire reaps through the care home she lives in, suddenly, she is in a coma in hospital. Will she wake up or will she die?
