Wishful Thinking [Completed]

Chapter 2

That was 14 years ago when I had believed it was my fault  for us being taken away.

  I went through several foster homes and adoptive homes, all of which they broke my trust to a point where I no longer showed feeling. My life became a quiet, dark one, as I pushed everyone away while holding all of my feelings buried deep inside. I became like stone not letting anyone in, for the fear of knowing they would hurt me in a way that could never heal. I was a world-class actor, always pretending to be who I wasn't, foolishly letting people in who would in turn hurt me.

  Then the minute I turned 13, I walked out of my foster home and never looked back. 

I left knowing that I would never find a home of my own. Never have a normal life. And although afraid of what would happen to me, I continued walking on until I could make it somewhere, anywhere I could be somewhat accepted.As I traveled unaware of where I was going my feet trod down the oddly familiar path of regret and memories that continued to wash my mind and with nothing but a small backpack full of clothes, I entered the place that long ago had torn me apart into nothingness.

Thirteen years old, and I chose to be homeless rather than live in a home I knew I wasn't loved. I shut down my heart, leaving any emotions that could have maybe hurt me from ever coming near me again. Or so I thought. 

My eyes were blurry and everything was in haze as I continued down that familiar path. Fuzzy shapes that looked like buildings came into sight making me sigh in relief. I squinted my eyes looking closer and I saw a shape that didn't look like a building. But what was it? Head-spinning, throat aching for water, and stomach growling for food, I couldn't figure it out until I started to pass out falling into a strangers arms.

"I got you" was the whisper as my eyes closed allowing me to slip into nothingness.

Hmm...not a building, but a boy was my last thought as I faded out of consciousness. 

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When I awoke, I was alone in a unfamiliar building lying on couch with my bag in my hands. I couldn't remember getting there and that freaked me out a whole lot. The dust in the air made me sneeze as I looked around my surroundings with still blurry eyes.

Looking around I realized I was in an dusty, obviously abandoned apartment and all I could think was thank god. 

  The dust covered everything, including the walls hiding the dark green color,  but I wasn't worried because I knew that I would have the little apartment in ship shape in no time as long as I could find running water.

  Tired and unsure of the events that had occurred, I walked around the apartment paying to little to no attention of any kind of detail focusing on finding water. I came across what appeared to be the kitchen and turned the faucet on with hope that water would work. Cold refreshing water poured over my hands making me sigh with relief. I grabbed a dusty kitchen towel that had been carelessly thrown on the blue and green tile counters and began to clean.

   By dark I had finished dusting everything to where it sparkled. With little to no strength, I stumbled into a room feeling sick and exhausted. My body hit the bed and screamed relief as I allowed myself to sink into a deep sleep.

  And for the first time since being taken away from my home, I slept peacefully without a care in the world.