Hey! Okay, so I know my story seems a little cliché, but it'll hopefully get better. Just so you guys know, this chapter will be no ones POV and it will be me narrating Emily's past life.
WARNING: this chapter will include self harm, and I will go into description, so If you aren't good with that, just read past it.
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Narrators POV
Empty.
Lonely.
Sad.
That's all Emily felt. She has been battered, bruised, and hurt one too many times. She is 14, and has been in foster care since she was 3. She has been in and out of homes her whole life, and is un-liked by the rest of the foster kids.
She had no friends, no family, no one to talk to accept her stupid therapist who knew nothing and never helped. All she did was tell Emily what she already knew.
Emily knew she had problems, Emily knew what she was doing was wrong, but she didn't care.
No one cares about her, so why should she?
You must be thinking, wow. This is depressing.
Emily has heard that one too many times.
"Your back story makes me want to kill myself." One of her 'foster friends' had said to her, when she found out.
"Believe me. It makes me feel the same way." She would think.
She would think it every night when she went to bed, holding her stuffed bear from her dad so close her arms were aching. Sometimes, she would say what she was thinking aloud, but her room buddies would tell her to shut up. She didn't see them as buddies. She saw them as bullies. They bullied her and hated her, almost as much as she hated herself.
Which was a lot.
No 10 year old girl should feel this way.
Now, she's 14. She walks around this foster care facility, with blood stained wrists and low self esteem. She wears hoodies and long pants every day. She can't wear shorts, because her thighs are too big. That teddy bear now hides in her drawer, ripped and mangled from Katy and her clique, who thought it would be funny to throw it around. Yeah, well it got a little out of hand, and the guard dog got ahold of it.
Along with the teddy bear, that drawer also holds pictures of long lost and gone family members, a couple shirts that are too small, a pair of pants that are too big and too worn out to wear, and a blade. The only thing she considered her friend.
"I don't deserve this." She would say as she drug the blade across the damaged skin, drawing a line of blood in little dots to the surface.
"Or, maybe I do."
But that's what she didn't understand. No one deserves this pain.
As she walks to her her support group, which she is forced to go to, she feels Katy staring at her. She started to walk faster.
"Going to your freak counseling?" She would call it.
"Shut up, Katy." She mumbled. Katy shoved her to the ground, making her lose her breath for a second.
"My name is Kat. And, I don't appreciate you telling me to shut up." She said through gritted teeth.
"Knock it off, Kat. She just wants to go to support group." Her friend stood up for Emily.
"What is going on here?!" The foster lady said.
"You better get off of Emily right now, or-"
"Or what? You'll call my mom? My dad? Well sorry to break it to you, but they're both gone. They left me. Or died. Or something. And I don't really care. All I care about is the fact that I am who I am, and I'm going to push Emily to the ground if I want." Katy, or Kat, interrupted.
"There is someone here to see Emily." Loraine, our foster lady said in a hushed tone.
Little did Emily know, these visitors were going to be her new mom and dad. And they really, truly, loved her. Despite her problems, and her past.
