It was another Thursday morning. My foster parents were hungover as usual and I had left the house for a walk. I couldn't spend another minute in that house that smelt of booze, with foster parents that only had me for the money the orphanage was paying them. I wasn't wanted.
All because of Water. Time and time again I would have been screamed at for "spilling water from the sink". I had no memory of ever spilling water but it just appeared. When they screamed, water seemed to shoot out of the sink, not enough for them to notice but enough for me to know I wasn't seeing things.
Sometimes I would leave the orphanage and sleep in the nearby woods, by the lake. It was comforting. I was free of worry. When I was worried, that was when the water would come and get me screamed at. I remember thinking that it must have been just a coincidence.
But on one day I just couldn't take the strain of living with my foster parents.
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Elemental (Cancelled)
FantasyA sanctuary for special teens. Seems like a nice idea right? But all is not what it seems... Cover Art by: @ThatGingaNinja
